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Gehanna	By : MTLandLL Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 129016 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Gehanna
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 9
- 10
- 11
Guest Star
Ironman 2 - Natasha Romanoff a.k.a. Black Widow
*
It was going to work this time. She was sure of it.
Ok, so it was a lot like the forty-eighth attempt, and not completely dissimilar to the seventy-fourth attempt. But she had calculated all the variables, got everything she knew she needed, and after enough coffee to keep her up and energised for hours she knew she had the confidence boost she needed to succeed.
Because this time things would be different. This time she would finally do what no one else had.
She would escape Gehanna.
*
The two tops walked down the corridor, though only Buffy was publically out, for some reason Will seemed to wish to keep her ownership of Faith secret. Buffy wasn’t sure why, it didn’t make sense to her to allow Faith any freedom at all - the brunette was just abuse it like she did everything else. But it was Will’s business, as long as she was safe Buffy was happy and if she wasn’t - the heavens help Faith because no-one else could.
However it wasn’t Willow and Faith that the two tops were discussing, but Buffy and Dawn.
"I can’t do it Will. I can’t do it all," Buffy said. Her voice matched her strained expression; "I thought I could, but I can’t."
Willow gently patted Buffy’s shoulder, "Can’t do what?"
There was no immediate reply from Buffy, who just stared at the ground and shook her head. After a few moments she let out another sigh and replied, "I thought I could do it. I thought I could protect Dawn and be her sister, be Buffy Summers - the heroine, the one who always does the right thing. But here I am fucking her," she so seldom swore that it seemed there was emphasis on the word fucking. The Slayer paused and spoke again, "I’m fucking my little sister and not caring about it. All I want to do is bury my dildo deep in her bu…ttom."
Again she lapsed into silence, again Willow gently patted her shoulder. She tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. However, it seemed that Buffy wasn’t looking for a reply as she started to speak again, "I can’t though. I either protect her and I treat her like a whore or I be her sister and watch her… watch her be rap… I can’t even say the word… watch her… be fucked by whoever fancies it."
There was quietness. Willow decided to make a noise, "Mmmnnn."
She wasn’t sure whether it signified agreement or not, but Buffy seemed to take comfort from it. She looked up and gave a smile, "Thanks Will, you’ve always been a great friend."
"Mmmnnn" repeated Willow, it had worked last time so why not?
There was a nod from Buffy, "Yeah. I’ve not got a choice. I can’t be her sister. I’ve got to be her mistress. The moment I start showing weakness in private I risk forgetting when we’re in public. She’s my bitch, she’s gotta be. I wish… I wish it could be different, but it can’t can it Will?"
For a second Willow froze, this was the moment in the conversation that an inane grin wasn’t going to cut it. She paused to think, "She’ll end up hating you. You know that? It happens with all the bitches, they end up despising their tops because a top has to treat her bitch like she’s nothing. You can’t have an equal or loving relationship, Gehanna doesn’t allow it. Dawn’ll take it because she has to, but once we escape, she’ll hate you. Can you live with that, your own little sister, the girl who you sacrificed your life for, hating you with an intensity so deep she’d spit on your grave?"
"Yes," Buffy sat up straight. Her expression was no longer unsure and strained, but resolute - if she’d been a poster she’d have been a clean-cut all American recruiting Top Guns, "Yes, because the alternative is worse. I’d rather she hates me with a passion than that Rosie takes her or Nikita or Niki or Danielle or any of those fucking predators."
Willow closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She wasn’t sure what to do, she didn’t know whether Buffy was right or wrong, but she did know her friend needed to realise all the consequences, "You know Faith…"
"We’ve met," Buffy said dryly.
"She started out with the best of intentions. She wanted to be a good Slayer, kill the baddies, protect the innocent. That’s how she began and then she went down the wrong paths; same with Amy. Buffy you go down this route I’m scared where you’ll end up. You could end up as corrupted as Amy or Faith," Willow gave a sad smile.
"I’m not Amy, I’m not Faith," said Buffy brusquely. She paused and shook her head, looking down, before lifting it and matching Willow in the sadness of her smile, "Look thanks, I needed to talk. I’ll do what needs to be done. But don’t tell Faith any of this, she needs to think that Dawn means nothing. And Dawn… and Dawn… I’ve got to treat her as nothing, she’s got to become a piece of meat to me. I need you Will though, keep me strong. Let me protect her."
"Sure, Buffy," replied Willow. She wasn’t sure she’d been much help. Nor was she sure that Buffy had made the right choice. The worrying thing was she also wasn’t sure it was the wrong one. However, she knew was that she had trusted and supported Buffy for a long time; she wasn’t going to let her friend down now. She paused, "If you’re going to do this though Buff… you need to do it properly. Listen…"
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*
"My name is Natasha." Natalia said, "Natasha Romanoff."
Elle didn't even look at her before replying with obvious disinterest, "Whatever."
From her short time in this highly unique prison Natasha had gathered that as a rule guards didn't really care about prisoner’s opinions or permission, especially those who had become sluts. So it wasn't a surprise that Elle hadn't bothered to tell her why she'd grabbed her and led her to this cell. What was unusual was that they weren't fucking - normally what would happen is that the guard or top would bend her over and fuck her ass, sure sometimes they might give her a spanking first or make her lap pussy, but they never just stood there waiting. The fact that this guard hadn't touched her was becoming something of an annoyance for the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Her only option seemed to be to do the extremely unadvisable and question a guard.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Natasha queried.
"Huh?" Elle murmured, not really paying attention.
Natasha sighed, "If you're trying to make someone jealous there are better ways of doing it."
"Wha-I'm not!" Elle protested a little too quickly, and then after a little pause added, "What makes you think that?"
Natasha half smiled, "You're clearly waiting for someone to return to this cell we're in right now, yes? If it was a top you were going to share me with you wouldn't look so anxious. And the way you act, the expression on your face. You're like a child in the playground, waiting to pull on the pigtails of the girl you like."
"Am not." Was Elle's mature response.
"Maybe not." Natasha said, playing it coolly, "Maybe you have something else in mind, but if that is your mission there is a more effective way to make a girl jealous than to simply wait until she gets back and fuck me in front of her."
"Whatever." Elle said dismissively, but then after a pause added, "But... if I was going to make a girl jealous what would you suggest? For future reference of course."
Natasha avoided the temptation to roll her eyes. She was clearly dealing with someone with the mental capacity of a child, or perhaps more accurately a socially awkward teenager. If the guard hadn't been so beautiful she would have probably left. Instead she tactfully replied, "Well, if you wait until she comes back she knows you're deliberately hurting her, probably having the opposite effect that you want to have, but if you let her find you fucking me it looks like you waited for her and she missed her chance. If you're able to do a good job in fucking me she might try harder not to miss you next time."
Elle looked thoughtful for a moment and then smirked, "And this wouldn't be some kind of slut trick to get me to fuck you now, would it?"
"Maybe." Natasha smirked at her, "Maybe it's a bit of both. Why, does it really matter to you?"
"No." Elle said, licking her lips, "And I've got to admit... I like your plan better."
Natasha smirked again before beginning to unbutton her prison shirt, revealing one of the largest pair of tits Elle had ever seen.
"Mmmmm, no bra? I'm pretty sure that's against prison regulation." Elle grinned, "I may have to spank you?"
"Where? My ass? My tits? My pussy?" Natasha inquired, sounding hopeful.
"Ha, you're quite the pain slut, aren't you?" Elle quipped as she stalked over to the slut like a predator closing in on it's prey.
"You have no idea." Natasha said softly before she allowed Elle to pull her into her arms for a deep, hungry kiss.
As she shoved her tongue down the redheaded slut's eager throat Elle shoved Natasha back against the wall and then grabbed two big handfuls of tit flesh, squeezing them roughly before pinching the nipples as hard as she could.
Natasha broke the kiss to cry out joyfully and then beg, "Oh yes, just like that, ohhhhh!"
Elle grinned sadistically as she slapped Natasha's big tits, "I love pain sluts."
*
Despite herself Faith was intrigued to heading towards the cell that Buffy shared with her younger sister. Dawn had hardly been seen in the last week, ever since she had exposed her gaping asshole to, if not the world, at least a section of Gehanna the teen’s only sightings had been very brief visits to the prison showers and rapidly wolfed down breakfast, lunches and dinners. And each time she was under the watchful eye of Buffy, who jealousy guarded her, like a mare with its foal. Faith wasn’t actually convinced that Dawn was Buffy’s bitch - not properly anyway. It was enough of a stretch to belief that Buffy had done her little sister, though the evidence for that was, if not iron-clad, strongly circumstantial. But Faith had known little Miss Perfect long enough to believe that the goody-two shoes blonde wasn’t the type to own a bitch. Faith smiled as she trotted along the corridor. All the other inmates thought Dawnie was a fucktoy, Faith knew different - Buffy loved her sister, that was a weakness, a weakness Faith would exploit to humiliate Buffy and make her the most well-used bitch in Gehanna - at least once Faith had dealt with Willow.
Willow, Willow, Willow; the redheaded witch occupied way too much of Faith’s waking hours. And too many of those hours were spent with the witch fucking Faith in various positions. At the thought of Willow’s control over her Faith snarled to herself, making a passing slut shriek in terror and pin herself to the wall. Faith all but ignored her, her only thought was that it was pleasing that at least Prison Butt-fuck’s sluts still thought she was a fucker on legs. Faith wasn’t sure why Willow hadn’t publicly paraded the dark Slayer as a broken slut, but with a few exceptions no-one knew. It was a mistake, of course, Faith had plans for Willow and they all involved the redhead sitting on her knees begging for more anal fucks from Mistress Lehane. Perhaps Faith might oblige or perhaps she’d throw the witch out into the corridor, telling anyone who passed to have a free dip of bitch.
But for now Faith was acting good.
She knocked at the door to the cell and waited. After a few seconds Dawn’s quavering voice said, "Who’s there?"
Faith winked arrogantly at a passing slut and without answering Dawn opened the cell door to brazenly walk in. It was a little gesture, but it reminded the slut that Faith didn’t answer to bitches and that Faith was top enough to walk into another’s tops cell without permission - very few would dare to do that, especially if the top was Buffy. She closed the door behind her, "Hi Twinks."
*
"Will you please act natural?" Claire practically begged.
"Hey, I'm trying to save my butt hole, ok?" Bianca whispered angrily.
"Ok, but if you keep this up you're only going to draw attention to us, and then our butt holes are going to get pounded hard till their gaping." Claire pointed out, failing to not sound hopeful.
"Wow, could you sound less dreamy when you talk about ass fucking?" Bianca scoffed.
"I don't think so." Claire grinned, her mind briefly drifting to her last time a super cute top bent her over.
"God, you're such a..." Bianca was going to say slut but since that would have been redundant she just sighed and grumbled, "I should've never have let you talk me into this."
"You need to stretch your legs. You can't stay locked in our cell forever." Claire pointed out for what seemed like the millionth time, "Besides, you wanted to see if we could find Elle."
"No, you wanted to find Elle. I wanted to find a guard who calls, or... whatever the equivalent is in here." Bianca snapped back.
"You can't expect commitment after a couple of fucks." Claire shrugged.
"What, was that you're motto back home?" Bianca quipped.
"Actually I was a total virgin back home. And lonely. And a freak." Claire said, her mind drifting back to just how miserable she had been in her old life, before a smile crossed her face, "But here, I'm exactly what I was always meant to be. An anal slut. An ass on legs for the beautiful tops of this paradise."
"Whatever." Bianca mumbled dismissively, "Let's just get back to our cell."
"Alright." Claire sighed. She wanted to find Elle and while a detour to her cell might slow down this search it would probably go easier without Bianca either whining about everything or hiding from tops. To Claire's surprise rather than slow down the search returning to her cell actually brought it to a close.
"Oh no, please tell me our cell isn't hosting an impromptu orgy again." Bianca whined, the unmistakable sounds of moaning coming from their cell.
"Hey, I have nothing to do with whatever this is... this time." Claire said in response to the look her cell mate was giving her, her own face falling once she peered around the door to look into the cell.
"What?" Bianca questioned as she saw the look on her cellies face. When she got no answer she peered around the door to look into the cell and frowned, "Hey, isn't that Elle and... who the hell is that?"
"That's the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff." Claire replied without looking at the other girl.
"Natasha Romanoff, I've heard that..." Bianca began then a light bulb went off over her head, "Hey, isn't she like your main competition for biggest slut in the whole of Gehanna."
"There's no competition." Claire said a little too quickly before adding, "I mean it. There's no biggest slut, just the unwilling and extremely willing, and Natasha and I just happen to be two proud card carrying members of the latter."
"Spoken like a politician." Bianca rolled her eyes, "Hey, is that what the whole Black Widow thing is about? Is she like some deadly politician, or serial killer..."
"Spy." Claire interrupted, "Apparently in her universe she worked for some kind of secret organisation called sword or something, only there's a dot in between each letter to make it seem more important. So it's S.W.O.R.D. Also there are people who have powers like mine, but since they wear tights they're called super heroes."
"If she has powers how come she's a slut?" Bianca asked, then when Claire gave her a look added, "Oh you know what I mean."
"Well, I don't think she has any superpowers but she did kick the asses of the first half a dozen tops who came near her. Then Niki Saunders talk to her for like five minutes and all of a sudden she's bending over faster than you can say submissive spy slut." Claire explained.
"Speaking of which..." Bianca said.
*
The last week had been a blur to Dawn. It seemed the whole time had been spent being fucked by Buffy, the Slayer continually slamming her sister’s teenage ass before making her clean up the toy. All the time it seem to get more and more bruising as if Buffy was slipping into a different persona, becoming less a Slayer and more a Gehanna top. It was leaving Dawn confused, unsure what she wanted. In some ways she was loving being absolutely dominated by Buffy, being made to act like she was a little whore. But in other ways it was scary, as if Buffy was becoming Faith and the thought that Buffy would become like the psychotic Slayer… that wasn’t something Dawn could contemplate.
She wondered whether she should ask Buffy to be a bit more gentle, a little touch of tenderness wouldn’t come amiss now and then. And once they got out they could put all this behind them and become just sisters… or perhaps, perhaps something more - but that was Gehanna talking not Dawn. The teen shook her head to try and clear it of the lustful thoughts, which started to race through it - Buffy taking her in the Bronze toilets, Dawn crouched over in the cemetery as Buffy rammed her from behind, the two Summer’s frolicking naked in their back yard. No, it was Gehanna that was making her think like this. But God, oh God, even as she knew it was magic she couldn’t help but be turned on at the thought of Buffy’s hands rolling over her body, the blonde’s tongue sliding over her titties, the Slayer’s strap-on invading her butt.
The imaginings were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the cell door. Dawn jumped in shock. Buffy was out, there was no-one to protect her and Dawn had seen what could happen to the meek and mild, or even to the mediumly strong. She paused for a few seconds, before nervously saying, "Who’s there?"
She had expected whoever it was to stay the other side of the cell door before answering, but the cell door opened and in walked Faith. The brunette smiled sardonically, "Hi Twinks."
Dawn cracked a finger nervously. She didn’t know Faith as well as Buffy and Willow, in her memory the Dark Slayer had gone rogue when Dawn had just about reached her teenage years and way before she really existed and had become the key. But from all she remembered and had been told Faith was as dangerous as a viper down your dress, twice as smooth and three times as bad, an impression that meeting her in Gehanna had done nothing to change. Dawn knew that Faith was supposed to be Willow’s bitch, unfortunately looking at the brunette she wasn’t sure Faith remembered. The older girl licked her lips and smirked, "So where’s big bad B then?"
"She’s coming," said Dawn hurriedly, she backed further onto the bed, but not far enough as Faith moved forward to sit so close to her that Dawn could feel the other’s warmth.
"Oh, I know that Dawniekins," drawled Faith, reaching out to stroke Dawn’s thigh. The teen tried to pull away, but there was no where else to go, all she could do was tense and draw her legs up to her chin. Faith smiled and slid herself nearer, boxing Dawn into the corner of the wall. She reached out and ran her hand through Dawn’s long hair, "I said I’d meet her and Will here. So I know she’s coming… the question is are you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Dawn nervously.
"Is she fucking you right, Dawnie? Is she pounding that cute little tush of yours until you don’t know whether you should be sobbing or cumming? Cos,I don’t think B’s got the guts to keep you. I think she’s as soft as shit. But don’t worry, Sticks, you’re only number three on my list, when I break Red and I break B I’ll fuck you. And then I’ll turn you loose - I hear Rosie’s always on the look out for a fuck. You’re just her type - she likes the skinnies, squashes them like pancakes..." Faith’s smile was as charming as her words were knifelike.
"You’re not a top, Willow owns you," Dawn tried to sound defiant, but her voice squeaked as she spoke.
"Oh no," Faith reached out and gently stroked Dawn’s hair like the teen longed for Buffy to do. But the smile on Faith’s face wasn’t Buffy nor was the hard glint in her eyes or the darkness of the brunettes expression, which seemed to spread across her face like a rapidly expanding puddle of oil. Dawn winced as Faith continued, "Not for long she doesn’t. Think of me like a wicked old stepmother on vacation; sure you’re having a great time now, but you know that I’ll be back, bigger and badder than ever. And then your ass is mine."
Suddenly she moved back to sit on the edge of the bed and her expression changed from that of a cold-blooded reptile to a good little schoolgirl, who’s only vice was she’d be late for lessons rather than pass-by a granny who needed helping across the road. Seconds later the cell door opened again and in came Buffy and Willow. Dawn felt a surge of relief that she was no longer alone with Faith, "Buffy, Willow. Faith’s here."
"Yeah, I asked Will to invite her round," said Buffy.
*
Finally pulling her mouth away from Natasha's big boobs Elle growled, "I really love sucking on these big titties of yours."
"Most tops do." Natasha smirked, "And the guards. And the sluts, and the bitches."
Elle smirked back before reaching down to grab Natasha's butt, "I bet they all love that nice round ass of yours too, don't they?"
"Uh-huh. Everyone loves my ass. My ass is just a piece of meat to be enjoyed by everyone." Natasha said.
"Well I think it's time I got to enjoy that piece of meat, don't you?" Elle inquired.
"Oh yes, fuck my slutty ass. Fuck my slutty ass and use it like the piece of meat it is!" Natasha practically begged.
"You want that slutty ass fucked?" Elle asked, smirking as Natasha nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up as Elle attached her dildo to the front of her uniform, "Well then bend over and give me that slutty ass. Show me that bubble butt I'm going to fuck nice and hard."
"I was beginning to think you'd never ask." Natasha said as she bent over and presented her ass to the guard.
Most sluts immediately removed their prison pants before bending over like they were told to. However once Natasha got the command she slowly turned around, bent forward and pushed out her butt, and then she slowly peeled down the orange pants, to reveal a thong which had been almost completely devoured by meaty ass cheeks. By the time Natasha slowly pushed the thong down far enough that it joined her pants around her ankles Elle felt like she physically needed to be pounding that rounded rear as soon as possible.
No longer having reason to wait Elle grabbed Natalia's hair, pulled it back and whispered, "I hear you like it rough..."
"The rougher the better." Natasha groaned as she felt Elle's strap on pressing against her eager to be violated butt hole.
Seconds later the Black Widow found herself screaming out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her butt hole got it's wish, her back door forced open in one quick and violent thrust which sent Elle's dildo hurtling through her bowels.
"Rough enough for you?" Elle growled.
"It's a start." Natasha said, a challenging smirk crossing her face.
The baiting worked and Natasha received another hard thrust, quickly followed by another, and another, and another, and another.
It was a rougher sodomising than Natasha had been expecting, although that was an incredibly pleasant surprise. Even the meanest looking rough by reputation guards and tops tended to take it easy on her at first, few of them remembering she didn't need such precautions as she had been trained to withstand the most brutal and inhumane forms of torture possible. Compared to some of the things Natasha had been through the pain of getting her back passage stretched out was practically insignificant, especially considering the overwhelming ecstasy that followed the initial anal violation.
As if to prove that last point Natasha felt even the slightest remnants of pain quickly evaporate. It was replaced by an even stronger feeling of pleasure, the new guard behind her showing an impressive amount of skill and technique as she slammed her strap on in and out of Natasha's slutty shit hole. The guard was even reaching forward to smack Natasha's big round tits as well as regularly smacking her big round butt, something which Natasha absolutely adored when it came to getting fucked in the ass.
Natasha gripped tighter to the wall of the prison cell and thrust her ass backwards against the nice big dildo, making it go faster and deeper into her horny pooper and hopefully encouraging the blonde guard to butt fuck her harder. Of course, if she wanted to encourage the guard to give her harder rectum ramming there were less subtle ways of doing it...
"Yeeeesssssssss, fuck me. Fuck my slutty ass!" Natasha moaned, "Fuck it. Fuck it hard. Mmmmmmm, fuck and spank my big round ass as hard as you can. Spank my big tits too. Oh yes, more, ah!"
"You like that huh? You like getting your big tits and ass spanked while I'm fucking that slutty shit hole of yours?" Elle questioned mockingly.
"Oh yes, I love it." Natasha confirmed, "Spank me hard while you fuck me hard. Beat on my ass and tits till they're bright red! Fuck my ass hole until it's a gaping mess! Fuck me like you own me! Fuck me like I'm your bitch and my ass is your property!"
In Natasha's experience the last few lines she had used always succeeded in making the top or guard ramming her rectum to physically and verbally abuse her even more, quite often both and no matter what it was insults or harder thrusts or slaps Natasha always got off on it. Elle was no different. In fact Elle further endeared herself to the slut by increasing the speed of her hammering to Natasha's ass cheeks with her hand and Natasha's ass hole with her strap on dildo, still remembering to give her tits a good whack in the process. If she had been talking dirty it would have been perfect, but it was one hell of a rough butt fucking nevertheless which left the spy squealing with joy.
While to the sluts watching and the slut taking the dildo up her ass Elle couldn't have seemed more into the butt pounding that simply wasn't the case, her body working on autopilot as her mind obsessed over the redhead's last words.
Elle had been a prison guard for over a week and for the most part was great. The prison could do with more air-conditioning as hell, her official duties mostly consisted of walking up and down without incident and she’d probably earn more flipping burgers. These were the only downsides, if the prison was hot the inmates were even hotter and there was little they wouldn’t do, in fact there was so little they wouldn’t do that Elle hadn’t yet found a slut with limits, even if some of them moaned like hell.
Of course, it could be more fun. A small riot where she could kick the shit out of few of the more butt-ugly looking prisoners might liven the day -unfortunately whilst Lilah allowed the guards a lot of liberties she frowned on them randomly beating down prisoners. An the idea of having a bitch or two, was also intriguing. The idea of owning another woman was incredibly appealing to her, and while she did dream of owning one woman in particular the idea of owning a collection of bitches seemed like heaven, even if it was in this heat.
As was becoming the usual for her Elle was awoken from her thoughts by the orgasming cries of the slut she was fucking in the ass. The former company agent immediately became angry herself for missing out some of the butt banging fun by letting her mind wander and immediately began to rectify that mistake.
However even as she redoubled her efforts Elle found herself thinking of a certain blonde slut, which was ironic as she chose Natasha, not because she came highly recommended by Tracy , but because she couldn't have been more different to the girl that kept popping into Elle's mind. Natasha had big round tits which jiggles throughout the sodomy almost as much as her big round ass cheeks as Elle's thighs smacked into them, the rippling effect amplified with every smack Elle gave to them, the sound echoing throughout the room. The cheerleader who filled Elle's mind didn't have an ass quite so round and juicy. Her body was petite rather than curvaceous, and her beautiful blonde hair was totally different to Natasha's long curly red hair. And yet even as Elle slammed her strap on as deep and as hard into the Black Widow's shit hole as she could, triggering a powerful orgasm to race through her, Elle still couldn't push one of the inhabitants of the cell out of her head.
Meanwhile Natasha was on such a high she could barely even think, orgasm after orgasm rocketing through her body as she received by far the best butt fucking she'd had in weeks. It was so good Natasha was going to do something she almost never did and do everything in her power to try and get a repeat performance. Even if that only entailed subtlety taling this guard until she was ready to bust some tailpipe and make sure that her tailpipe was available for busting.
*
Buffy knew that Faith wasn’t nearly as good as she looked, the meek and mild expression might fool a Nun, but Buffy knew Faith too well. It was obvious that Faith hadn’t been swapping recipes for cake with Dawn, the look of fear on Dawn’s face confirmed it as well as the mock sweet innocentness on Faith’s. Buffy felt a cold knot of fear in her stomach, one that was coming more and more - if she couldn’t protect Dawn, who could? She forced it away. Perhaps, she thought, this was what was needed - the excuse to teach Faith a lesson at the same time as she taught Dawn one. And in Dawn’s case she was taking a further step along a route she didn’t want to take but had too.
"What she’s doing in the cell?" Buffy asked.
A look of confusion pushed away Dawn’s fearful face, "I thought you invited her."
"I did," said Buffy, "But you didn’t know. You’re my bitch, Dawn, I don’t expect you to open the door to anyone."
"I didn’t… she came in on her own," whined Dawn, she looked at Buffy expecting to see forgiveness in her sister’s eyes.
There was none. Buffy shook her head; Dawn needed to know, for her own good, that she couldn’t just have anyone in. This time it had been Faith, next time it could be a top, or even worse a guard. Buffy wasn’t sure what Dawn could have done to stop Faith entering, but she was pretty sure that she could have done something. She looked at Will, the redhead gave a small nod to show she was happy, before Buffy turned back to Dawn and Willow, "Strip."
Faith smirked as Dawn stood up and began to slowly undress, before quickly changing her expression back to one of meek subservience. Buffy had seen the grin, she hoped Will had as well, it was evidence that Faith wasn’t as broken in as she pretended. But here and now, she was Will’s bitch and it should be Will who led on any chastisement. Buffy looked at Will, the redhead smiled and turned to Faith, "Did you hear Buffy? You strip as well."
From Faith’s expression it looked like she’d swallowed a wasp; it was obvious that as much as she disliked Will ordering her around in private or in front of Buffy it was much, much worse when she was ordered around like a bitch in front of another one. For a moment it actually looked like Faith was going to refuse, but Willow glared sternly at her and Faith’s features shifted back to complaisance, "Yes, Willow."
The two bitches might have been reluctant, but under the watchful eyes of their tops they slipped out of their clothing, until they were naked. The two young women stood, almost to attention as Buffy and Willow looked on in appreciation. The blonde Slayer moved forward and behind Dawn. She reached down and squeezed at her butt-cheek, "Very firm. Will, you want a cop?"
"Thanks, Buffy," said Will, she moved to swap places with Buffy. The Slayer looked at Dawn, obviously uncomfortable with having her butt felt by Willow, but unwilling to do anything and Faith, was that a touch of jealousy in her expression? Or more likely was she still acting? The Dark Slayer was either full of surprises or, perhaps and, a better actress than Buffy had credited her for. Buffy smiled at turned her attention back to Dawn and Will. The redhead was squeezing the teen’s buttocks hard and Dawn was just standing there, a false smile bolted to her face like she was a schoolgirl on the Japanese subway.
"Are you enjoying getting your ass felt, Dawn?" asked Buffy. It was hard to control her voice, it was both disquieting to see Dawn’s butt being fondled by Buffy’s best friend, but also incredibly sexy.
There was a pause as Dawn thought what the correct answer would be, not how she really felt, but what she expected Buffy would want her to feel. She forced a smile, "Yes."
There was no correct answer. Buffy shook her head, "You’re lying Dawn. And that means you need to be punished," the blonde sat on the bed and patted her lap, "Lie across my legs, so I can spank your bare tushie."
Faith was visibly smiling, looking forward to seeing Dawn over Buffy’s knee. It was obvious that if the Dark Slayer couldn’t punish a bitch herself that watching someone else punish one was the next best thing - especially if the top was Buffy and the bitch her younger sister. However, Faith’s smirk didn’t last long as Willow sat down on the other bed and looked at her own bitch, "I don’t know why you’re smirking Faith. You’ll be joining Dawn."
"Why?" whined Faith, her smile evaporating. She almost stamped her foot in a sulk as she added petulantly, "I didn’t do nothing."
"No?" asked Willow. She paused for a moment as if thinking of a reason for why Faith was about to get over her knee. She smiled, "No you didn’t, but I’m going to spank you because I can. Any arguments?"
"No," said Faith sulkily. For a second it looked like she was going to resist, but a quick tut of impatience from Willow reminded the brunette that there were consequences to pissing off the redhead. She assumed the position over Will’s legs.
"I was thinking," Will said conversationally, "that I’d warm Faith with my hand and then once she’s nice and red start with the hairbrush."
"Sounds good," replied Buffy looking down at her sister quivering beneath her, "I’ll do the same."
The redhead and the blonde raised their hands and in unison brought them down hard on the brunette’s upraised naked butts. There were two slaps, followed almost instantaneously two squeals of ‘Ouch." The Slayer and Wiccan brought them hands up again, keeping them upraised for a moment as they admired the rapid reddening spots on their bitches bottoms. Down they came together, two more gunshots, two more squeaks.
‘Slap, slap, slap’ their hands bounced hard against the two pairs of cheeks. Faith gritted her teeth, she had it relatively easy, even though Will was using all her strength the Witch didn’t have superhuman powers and Faith’s body was magically altered to withstand a battering that would have broken a normal human. It still hurt though, and it was still embarrassing - especially as Buffy was smirking at Faith’s discomfort as she punished her own bitch.
‘Aaaaieeeee, aaaaaiiieee, aaaaiiiieee," Dawn was bawling in pain. Whilst Buffy was using only a fraction of her strength - if she used it all Dawn’s pelvic bones would have been powerdered - she was using enough to cause Dawn some real pain. But even worse than the hurt was the humiliation, that Buffy was spanking her with Will in the room. It didn’t matter that Will was also spanking Faith at the same time, if anything it just meant that Faith could see her tears running down her face.
‘Slap, slap, slap’
"Ouch, aaaaiiieee, aaaarghhh."
The two tops thrashed the two bitches asses with wild abandon. Their hands stung down, the palms leaving red prints all over their properties butt-cheeks, until there were so many that you couldn’t distinguish between them and it looked like Dawn and Faith’s asses were just one red rash. And still Buffy and Will spanked them, bringing down their hands speedily so that the butts stung under the punishment.
"It works up a sweat," said Buffy, above the shrieks and cries of the two bottoms.
Will paused long enough to wipe a bead of perspiration from her forehead. She slapped Faith’s ass hard, "If you’re not sweating, you’re not doing it right," she replied.
There was another squeal from Dawn as Buffy slapped her ass. Her butt quivered with each hit as the redness turned black and blue as she began to bruise. It looked painful, it was painful, but Buffy knew one of the advantages of Gehanna was that butt’s recovered quickly. Dawn would certainly be sore for a while, long enough to remember she was her sister’s bitch, but there would be no long-lasting damage and by this evening, when Buffy wanted a fuck, it should be back to virgin whiteness. Buffy’s hand slapped across the slim butt-cheeks once more, a little harder this time, so that Dawn’s body was driven down. Then she stopped, "Let’s have a look at that ass Dawn, stand under the light."
Letting go off Faith, Will smiled at her bitch, "You join her. Let’s have a look at those asses."
The two bitches stood with their backs to their mistresses, so that only the two of them could see that their faces were as red with embarrassment as their asses were coloured with spanks. Buffy and Will meanwhile, were examining their handiwork, it was impressive.
"Good job, Buffy," whistled Will as she looked at Dawn’s battered butt, "You never spanked her before? Not even when you were kids? Jeez, you’ve got an expert’s touch."
Buffy blushed with pride, "C’mon Will. I’m a Slayer, you’re not, but look what you’ve done to Faith. I mean her ass is redder than the USSR."
"Well," Willow too blushed at the compliment, "You know what they say about practice…"
Standing up Buffy walked over to the desk and picked up her hairbrush. She ran a finger over the smooth side, before turning it and pushing her finger onto one of plastic bristles. It hurt as she stabbed it in, she shook her head, that would be too much - she might at some point really need to discipline Dawn hard, but for the moment the smooth side would do. She tossed the brush over to Will and picked up Dawn’s identical brush. The blonde Slayer sat down on the bed, "Assume the position, Dawn."
"You too, Faith," ordered Will.
The two bottoms paused for as long as they dared, before reluctantly returning to lie over their tops legs. Buffy raised her brush and was about to bring it down when she saw that Faith was having her legs spread apart by Will. The redhead saw her friend looking and smiled as she explained, "If you move her legs apart you can position it so you spank her pussy."
"Oh," Buffy grinned and looked down at Dawn, "Let’s try that."
She wasn’t really asking permission, so was a little surprised that Dawn gave a small nod of acquiescence. Reaching down she opened her sister’s legs so that she could see the snatch. As instructed Dawn was keeping it shaven and it was currently virginal, unlike her butt. Buffy could feel her heart beating faster with lust as she stared at the pink hole, the thought of thrashing it made the Slayer moist. She picked up the brush and looked across at Will, "Ready?"
"Yep," the Witch smiled.
Together the two tops brought down the brushes on their bitch’s cunts. The two brunettes squealed in pain as the plastic slammed down hard on their sensitive parts, their pussy lips quivering as they hit. However, even as the two bitches screamed Buffy and Will were raising their hands again and bringing down the brushes - hard. The Witch and the Slayer quickly moved into a rhythm, spanking hard, quickly and accurately onto the pussy parts.
‘Slap, slap, slap.’
Faith was screaming in agony, as it felt like her twat was ablaze. And if she was in pain Dawn was even worse, the teen brunette twisting with each blow and only kept in place by Buffy’s hand on the bottom of her back. Neither Will nor Buffy cared what their bitches felt like, they were enjoying doing the domination too much, slamming the brushes down again and again on the pussies. The cunts were both reddening and wetting at the pummelling they were receiving, the cum spitting out as the brushes hammered down on the cunts like children jumping in puddles.
"Aaaaiiiieeee," screamed Faith, her throat raw from her frenzied shouts. She had wanted to remain silent, but with her cunt feeling like she was dipping it in boiling lead there was no way she could stop herself screaming. She just hoped that no-one could identify the screams and they thought it was Will getting spanked. Opposite her Dawn was bawling, tears washing down her face as she cried out in pain and humiliation - Faith almost felt sorry for her, almost. Will slapped down the brush onto her pained twat and Faith screamed again.
Buffy hit down. She could feel Dawn shake under the blows, the young teen trying to avoid them without falling off her mistress’s knee. It was in vain, Buffy had a Slayer’s eye - anyone who could throw a stake through a vamp’s heart in the dark could hit a pinned down pussy, even if its owner was moving slightly. Dawn’s pussy was a red as her butt. Buffy struck it a few more times, she could tell that Will was starting to weaken, a hint that they had beaten the bitches enough. Buffy slapped down once more, harder than before. Dawn shrieked.
"That’s enough, I think," Buffy hoisted Dawn up. The teen squirmed, unable to either stand or sit comfortably.
Faith looked in a similar position, her cockiness was almost as battered as her butt and cunt. She winced as she stood up. Will grinned, "See, I told you it’d be fun."
Buffy laughed and nodded, "It was," she looked at Dawn, "And I think we’ll be having a lot more fun as well."
*
"We should leave."
"Huh, what?" Claire stuttered, immediately resenting Bianca a little for awakening her from her dreamlike state. Throughout the butt fucking Claire had watched lustfully, the whole time wishing it was her with Elle's strap on dick up her ass, her eyelids drooping to the point where they were half closed as she shamelessly stuck her hand down her orange prison bottoms and dabbler her horny slit.
It seemed Bianca hadn't been enjoying the show nearly as much, "We should leave."
"Why?" Claire asked, "Watching was fun and all but I want my ass stretched."
"Because we need to go find another guard to try and seduce into being our top or whatever." Bianca said.
Claire frowned, "Why? Elle's perfect. She's so good at fucking. And so energetic. She'll definitely have enough energy left to fuck us. Besides, she doesn't butt fuck you because you don't like it. Do you have any idea what a find that is? I'm not sure there's another guard who would give a fuck if you liked anal or not."
"I know, but she doesn't care about us, and she's not going too." Bianca said, before elaborating, "Why do you think she's fucking another slut in our cell? Your arch-rival no less. Hello, she's proving we mean nothing to her. That she just sees us as fuckholes."
"Natalia is not my..." Claire began, before concentrating on what mattered, "Are you sure Elle doesn't care about us? She comes by an awful lot."
"We're probably just on her route." Bianca shrugged, and then when it looked like Claire was going to go into their cell, "If you go in there she'd probably just tell you it's over, why give her the satisfaction. Come on, let's -go find us another guard."
Claire opened her mouth to protest but gave up trying as Bianca practically dragged her down the hall, the former cheerleader thinking about what her cell mate had just said the whole way and then obsessing over Elle like a teenager with a crush, which was technically an accurate description.
As for Bianca she was feeling a little guilty.
Since the three of them had started having fun it had become increasingly clear that Claire and Elle were falling for each other. And it made Bianca jealous. Claire had always been out on the prowl for more top-cock, but she always was in the cell at night and if Bianca didn’t like anal, well she still had other needs, and sixty-nining with her fellow slut fulfilled them. And then there was the emotional connection - she couldn’t imagine any other slut caring about her so much that she’d help protect her ass. Everyone else would just shrug and say ‘fuck you’. So it scared Bianca the thought of loosing Claire. But what made it worse was the thought of loosing her to Elle. If Bianca didn’t think there was any slut as great as Claire there was no guard or top who could compare to Elle. She was both dreamily beautiful and, at least semi-considerate, which was the double the consideration of virtually every other guard in this hole. She needed to create some space and find another guard, one that wasn’t Elle and who Claire wouldn’t fall for. It wasn’t as good a plan as her, Claire and Elle fucking in bliss, but it was a damn site better than Claire and Elle fucking whilst Bianca acted as the spare wheel.
*
A little while after Bianca and Claire left Elle finally pulled out of Natasha's ass, the guard sitting back down on one of the beds to try and get her breath back after the energetic butt pounding. Once she was seated her eyes drifted to Natasha's ass, Elle grinning at the sight of her handiwork, Natasha's meaty cheeks were now tanned red after all the spanking and the slut's shit hole was a red ringed gaping mess. Elle's grin grew wider as Natasha reached back and spread her ass cheeks, somehow giving the guard an even better view into her bowels.
"Did you enjoy my ass Miss Bishop?" Natasha asked submissively.
"Uh-huh." Elle murmured as she looked towards the door. She had been hoping Claire would be back by now, after all while guards could fuck all the sluts they wanted they still had to patrol significantly more than 50% of the time and if they didn't they got in trouble. It might just be worth it, but still, Elle couldn't wait all day for the cheerleader, no matter how much fun the waiting was. Speaking of which, "Your ass was a decent enough fuck, but I think I can make that poop hole of yours stretch wider for me. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I love getting my slutty poop hole stretched." Natasha said eagerly in response, "Stretch the hole I poop from as wide as you can."
Elle grinned, "Oh I will. But first, I want to see if your an ATM slut as well as an ass slut."
Taking the hint Natasha turned around and fell to her knees, making sure to look up seductively at Elle before swallowing the head of the guard's cock, happily taking the dirty dildo all the way down her throat and sucking on it noisily. The cock was cleaned of any ass juices in under a minutes but Natasha continued bobbing her head up and down, staring up at Elle who again seemed distracted. She was probably thinking of whoever lived in this cell, Natasha and her still gaping butt hole hoping whoever it was never returns and that Elle keeps ass fucking her all day long.
*
Without warning the Klaxon barked into life. It was a different tone from what Buffy had heard before, anyway it was neither time for meals and too early for lights off.
She could hear a lot of shouting and arguing, but Buffy ignored it.
Part of her felt that she should investigate as it could be some tops or guards beating or anally abusing some poor new girl, but it was more likely some petty dispute amongst the tops, and even if it wasn't Buffy couldn't literally risk her own ass when Dawn was depending on her for protection.
So Buffy continued onwards, trying to block out the sounds with images of just how red and beaten Dawn's ass had looked only moments ago, her bitch whimpering pitifully as the Slayer decided to give her a little while to recover while going for a walk. Maybe Buffy would even hit the gym, work on her pelvic thrust a little, before returning to her cell for some more of her baby sister's sweet little ass.
Then again maybe Buffy should stop by Willow's cell and use Faith's ass to practice her pelvic thrust. After all given the look in Willow's eyes when she and Faith left the cell it probably wouldn't be very long before the Dark Slayer was bending over so she could take some strap on cock up her battered butt.
A short distance away from the day dreaming Slayer the guards obviously knew as they seemed to be jumping around. At first their movements seemed random, some ran this way, some the other, sometimes their paths crossed each other and one would dodge out of the way, cursing in the heat of the day. But gradually their purpose became clear, each guard on duty had a place near the wire, looking in at the prisoners. The door to the inside of Gehanna opened and out came a dozen guards, each wearing full body armour, despite the sweltering heat and tranquilliser rifles. The leader stopped and listened to her radio, which was squawking a message.
She cursed as the tannoy overhead replaced its shrill squeal with the equally shrill shouts of Lilah Morgan "Don’t just stand there Strauss - prisoner escape in Zone 8B; she’s over the wire. Stop her."
The guards looked at each other, then at the boiling sun overhead and finally at their leader. Guard Strauss shrugged, "Let’s go get her."
They jogged off, as the Klaxon went quiet and the other guards returned to their patrolling patterns. For a few moments the dozens of prisoners clustering the courtyard continued to look at the retreating guards, then normality resumed.
"Anyone want to swap bitches? I’m bored of mine."
"Hey slut, over here now."
"Fuckin’ pigs, all I said was that Amy could do with loosing a few pounds."
"So what chance she’ll get away this time."
"Hey, I’ll swap. Watch this one - she can be clingy cunt."
"Rosie, you called me?"
"Wouldn’t have said she’s fat myself - not like Rosie."
"No chance, she never manages to escape."
"You just ain’t broken her in proper. Don’t worry by the time I finish she’ll be begging for a new top."
"Drop your pants and bend over slut. I’m fucking horny you stupid fuck."
"She ain’t fat, just big boned."
"She’s a tryer I’ll give her that. But she ought to be getting the hint by now - no-one breaks out of here."
Suddenly Buffy's thoughts were interrupted.
"No-one breaks out of here." The Slayer softly repeated the words she had just heard before she slowly approached the crowd, trying to see over it but it was no use. Damn her shortness.
Buffy was just about to use brute force to push her way to the front of the crowd when she heard a familiar voice yelling, "Hey Buffy, come to watch the latest escape attempt?"
"Escape," Buffy repeated the word softly, the slayer blushing as she realised the thought of it hadn't even been on her mind in over a week.
Just then a loud grown echoed throughout the crowd and most of them simply turned and left, just enough of them leaving to allow Buffy the chance to spot guards dragging a small figure back towards the prison.
Buffy frowned, "Don't I know her?"
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