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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"I think I see something, over there…" Will pointed through the darkness.
I followed her fingers, but even with my Slayer sight I couldn’t see anything… well not anything alive, I could see a lot of tombstones, statues and mausoleums, but as we were vamp hunting in a graveyard I didn’t think my bff was pointing out the scenery. I squinted, narrowing my vision to focus on what Will was pointing at, "Where?"
"There…" Willow pointed more excitedly.
I still couldn’t see a thing. I turned to Xander, who was slouching disrespectfully against a tombstone. He shrugged, "Your call Buffy…"
"I’ll check it out, stay here" chances were it was nothing more than an owl, but an ubervamp call Darla and her protege, Drusilla were haunting Sunnydale. And as big bads went they were attractively slender, but making up for that in being so evily, they made Snyder seem a kind and considerate Principal with deep love for his students.
Creeping forward to the mausoleum Will had pointed at I gripped my stake harder. The hard wood felt good in my hand, comforting, though at the same time an unfortunate reminder than Mom and the cheerleaders would be having a dildo orgy and I wasn’t invited. I pushed the thought of a naked Cordelia Chase butt-fucking some tramp out of my mind, thinking about sex on the job is one way to end up a dead Slayer.
I paused outside the mausoleum as two thoughts struck me simultaneously. This was the resting-place of the vamp with a soul Angel, or at least had been until Darla had staked him. Secondly, the door was wide open, which made me think it wasn’t an owl that Will had seen. For a second I paused, but not for long; I’m a Slayer if I don’t laugh at danger I sometimes giggle a little at it. I walked in, my eyes flicking round the empty room. There was a secret door at the back, which I walked over to. I pushed it, it didn’t move, closed and locked; so whoever had entered the mausoleum had either left or….
I swung myself round in time to take the fist full in the face. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Not just because my assailant had split my lip, but because they’d got the drop on me and that never happens. In front of me I could see a silhouette, fist raised for a second punch. But whoever it was underestimating me, barely gripping my T-shirt to keep me in place. I struggled free just as they hit forward and I heard them curse as their fist collided with the masonry, which all in all was better than my face… at least for me.
I swung my leg round and caught the my attacker in the side of their back, sending them face forward into the secret door. I could tell it was a woman, and from the sound of her accent as she swore a West Indian. Now it was my time to underestimate her. I just slammed her face into a wall, so I wasn’t expecting her to somersault backwards and bring out a nasty looking blade, which was more swordy than knifey. I was a bit put out by the expertise with which she whizzed it in front of her. On a more positive note, I could see her better now; if she hadn’t just beaten my face I’d have called her cute. I took a step back, wondering how my stake could beat her sword, metal having a pretty good advantage over wood, "Who are you?"
"I’m Kendra; Kendra the Vampire Slayer."
*
"Ah," said Giles and looked down at his shoes. I looked at them as well, they were so beautifully polished I could almost see my face in them; and it wasn’t a happy face.
"Ah," Giles repeated again. He looked up and rubbed his glasses, before turning to Miss Calendar. I had no idea why she was in the library at this time on the weekend, but she had been here when we arrived, deep in conversation with Giles. They both looked worried when they saw me standing with my hands on my hips; especially as an equally annoyed black girl was standing next to me. Giles frowned "Miss Calendar, do you have any idea?"
Miss Calendar replied, "Well when a Slayer dies another one is called…"
"But Buff’s alive," Xander pointed out the obvious flaw in Miss Calendar’s comment.
"Except, her heart stopped a few days back, when the Master killed her or rather didn’t kill her, " replied Willow before anyone could point out the equally big flaw in Xander’s comment, "So she must have been called then…"
"But it started again," I replied. I wasn’t keen on the direction this conversation was going, no-one likes to relive being bitten by a Vamp and whilst I like Xander when he was doing the mouth to mouth, I’m sure he slipped in some tongue.
"It’s not like she can be put in the box," snapped Giles at me. Then he shook his head, "Sorry Buffy, this is very perplexing. I mean why didn’t the Council let me know a new Slayer had been called."
"They sent you an e-mail," piped up Kendra.
Giles looked confused as Miss Calendar stifled a laugh. He took off his glasses and wiped them vigorously, "A what-mail?"
"That’s one mystery solved," Miss Calendar leant back against the desk. It might have been my imagination but I think she stretched her body slightly so that her blouse tightened over bosom. It wasn’t my imagination that she ran her tongue over her lips. I blushed, but luckily everyone else was looking elsewhere; Giles had returned to his books, Kendra was looking at him as annoyed as I was as his technical illiteracy, Will was nosily trying to peer at what he was reading and Xan was dividing his time between looking at my butt and Kendra’s. Miss Calendar smiled and stretched again, this time following it with a slow and sexy wink at me, before putting on a business like voice and saying "Rupert?"
"Yes," Giles looked up again. He seemed surprised we were all still there. He had a point; it was a Saturday night.
"I take it we’ve finished our discussion," said Miss Calendar.
"Oh, absolutely," replied Giles.
"In that case we’ll head home. Perhaps you could give Xander, Willow and er, Kendra a lift," Miss Calendar gave a smirk at me, "Buffy’s on my way home."
"Don’t worry," said Willow cheerfully. She slipped her arm through Kendra’s in a friendly fashion, "My house is on the way to Kendra’s motel; I’m sure I’ll be fine being walked home by a Slayer."
"I’ll take Xander then," said Giles, though both him and Xander looked less than pleased with the arrangement.
"Good; in that case I’ll see you Monday," replied Miss Calendar, "Come on Buffy."
*
"I hear you’re alone tonight," Miss Calendar said as we pulled out of the empty school car park.
I didn’t reply at once as I was waving at Will as we passed her and Kendra. Will waved cheerfully back, Kendra ignored me – I guess she’s got her nose put out of joint on finding she’s not the only Slayer in town, and she did hit that wall very hard. I mentally shrugged and turned back to give Miss Calendar my full attention. In a fake sad voice I replied "MMmmm Miss Calendar, all alone. I’ll be lonely."
In case she didn’t realise how lonely I was going to be I licked my lips seductively and quivered my eyelashes at her. Leaning back in my seat I stretched and pushed up my titties, letting out a sexy purr. Suddenly a thought entered my mind, "How did you know I was alone, I didn’t say."
"I’m psychic," grinned Miss Calendar.
I was pretty sure she was lying, but in Sunnydale you never can be sure. So I asked, "What am I thinking then?"
Miss Calendar looked at me, smirking she replied, "You’re thinking you want to be bent over with my large dildo up your bottom."
I grinned, Miss Calendar really must be psychic. Okay I had actually been thinking that I’d like to be bouncing on top of Miss Calendar with her large dildo up my bottom, but it was pretty dang close. I licked my lips seductively, "Miss Calendar, you’re reading my mind."
There was a snort of laughter from my IT teacher. Her eyes briefly flicked from the road to me. I teasingly unclipped a button on my blouse, it allowed Miss Calendar a look at the top of my titties, which weren’t covered by the lacy black bra I was wearing, "Dirty little tramp," she smiled.
I slipped open another button and another, so that the blouse could slide off my shoulders and down my arm. I could tell Miss Calendar was having trouble concentrating on the road, as her eyes flicked to my bosom. She gave a growl as she looked at my lovely titties, the bra was so small it covered my nips and that was it, an energetic sneeze would have left me topless. I licked my lips again, running my tongue over the redness of them and pushing my hands under my tits. They bounced up and out of the bra. I grinned at Miss Calendar, who was almost salivating, and took my hands away so that my titties rested on top of my bra, "I’ll be lonely tonight."
"Damn it," swore Miss Calendar, "I want to fuck you now you little whore."
I helpfully pointed to a slip road, "If you go down here there’s a little isolated spot you can pull in."
Miss Calendar swerved down it so quickly the tires squealed and burning rubber permeated the air. The car behind honked their horn and Miss Calendar scowled at them, I guessed that unlike her they didn’t have a sexually eager and topless teen in the front seat. My teacher hit the gas and zoomed down the road.
I hadn’t mentioned that the road soon became little more than a track. Dust flew everywhere, covering the windows and bonnet. I gave Miss Calendar a weak smile of apology, "I could wash it in my bikini tomorrow…"
"Slut," grinned Miss Calendar, in what I guessed was agreement. I made a mental note to add lots of bubbles to the warm water, I had a feeling she’d like me soaped up and soaking wet.
The car bounced over a pothole or two, bouncing my titties like corks in a tidal wave. From the way Miss Calendar purred as she hit them she may have been aiming for them on purpose. As we landed down I shot off the seat and landed down with a bump. I grinned and slipped my blouse further down my arms to show their were no hard feelings, anyway I might have landed heavily on my butt, but it was going to take a lot more punishment than that.
"Turn here," I would have pointed, but I was struggling to totally get rid of my blouse and my wrists were kind off pinned at the moment.
Miss Calendar pulled up an even smaller track, which quickly disappeared. She pulled to a stop and looked at me. I was in a bit of a state, unable to pull my arms out of the blouse without either ripping it or dislocating my shoulder. Miss Calendar grinned, "Buffy Summers, tied up and helpless. What would the vamps say?"
"Dinner?" I asked speculatively.
Leaning across Miss Calendar popped my seatbelt. Free from its restraint it was a lot easier to slide out of my top. I dropped it in the back seat and struck a sexy pose for teacher. Miss Calendar gave a growl of appreciation; she reached out and grabbed my titties squeezing them so hard that I gave a yelp of surprise. She gripped harder, pushing her nails into my flesh as I gave a grimace. Suddenly she let go and smiled, "Let’s hope there’s no vampires around…"
"If there are I can deal with them," I said cockily, I’m more than happy to be submissive in sex, but when it comes to demons I don’t want anyone thinking I’m anything but Sunnydale’s top dog, especially if Kendra’s going to be challenging.
Miss Calendar opened the door and gave me an enigmatic smile "Oh Buffy…"
I got out my door and finished removing my bra. It followed the blouse into the back seat. I turned to Miss Calendar, she’d popped the trunk and was rummaging around. I took the opportunity to remove my pumps and socks, luckily we had a few days sun and the grass wasn’t too soggy. I was just undoing my pants when Miss Calendar slammed shut the trunk. It didn’t surprise me that in one hand she was holding a large strap-on, but I admit my mouth opened like a goldfish as I saw in her other hand she was holding some rope. Miss Calendar grinned at my expression, "Seeing you struggling to get out of your blouse reminded me I’ve still got some rope in the trunk. So, my little anal whore, I’m going to tie you to the fender and punish you for misbehaving in class…"
This sounded like a plan I liked, even if I hadn’t misbehaved in class. I took a look at the rope, it would take some strength to break it, it wouldn’t snap accidentally, but if some vamps did turn up I was sure I could snap it before they bit me and Miss Calendar to death. Well, pretty sure…
"Oh Miss Calendar, I’m sorry about being naughty. I guess you’ll have to punish me," I said, agreeing with her plan.
Miss Calendar laughed, "Buffy the dirty slut…" she said, in what is really a good description of me, "Come here, you little whore and I’ll rope you up."
When Miss Calendar said she was going to rope me up, she wasn’t underselling. I thought she was going to loop the rope a few times round my wrists and then tie me to the fender. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She did start with tying my wrists together, but so tightly I was getting rope burns and it was a miracle my fingers didn’t turn blue and drop to the floor. And she didn’t stop there; next the rope went round my titties, looping first one and then the second in a series of figures of eight. Each time the rope went round she’d put her foot on my ass, to give herself traction, and pull the rope tight so it bit into my flesh and ballooned my bosoms like, er, well, balloons. My titties were burning in pain as the rope dug in and with lack of blood they went a very odd browny colour.
I thought that was me fully tied, but Miss Calendar was inventive. She pushed me down so that I was hunched on my knees, my nose pressed up to the fender. And then dropped the rope between my cleavage and down between my legs. Miss Calendar gave it a yank, pulling it against my slit, so tight that even the slightest movement gave my pussy rope burn. Ankles were next, Miss Calendar roping one ankle in position and then hammering a stake next to it so that I couldn’t move that foot and repeating the same with the other ankle. She had them far enough apart that the spread was pulling at my ass, threatening to open it, without actually doing so. Only when she was content that I was all tied up, did she finally loop the end of the rope onto the fender.
I could hear Miss Calendar step back and smack her hands together as she gazed on me with satisfaction; "Buffy, you look uncomfortable," she smirked.
"No, I’m good," I replied cheerfully.
Miss Calendar, snorted with mirth, "I’ve met some slutty whores, but you are the biggest I’ve ever met. You’re a bigger tramp than Charlie Chaplin."
I grinned and nodded, "I’m a slut, Miss Calendar. I want you to fuck my ass, open my butt like I’m a whore who you’ve bought for a dollar…"
I felt Miss Calendar’s fingers on my butt, sliding slowly and gracefully over the skin as she drew out a pattern, "Buffy I’m going to punish you, not reward you. If you want that cute little bottom gaped and fucked, you need to be a good girl. As you haven’t it’s a hard spanking for you…"
I watched as Miss Calendar popped the trunk and brought out a cane, an old fashioned one that looked like it hadn’t been used since St Trinians. Miss Calendar gave a wicked smile and swished it through the air. My eyes opened with shock; it looked like I was going to get a sore butt, but not in the way I’d originally intended. I’m not proud, I admit I gave a little whimper of fear; it was something new for me to be tied up as I was beaten black and blue and I can’t say it was scary. Miss Calendar took pity on me, not enough to pull back from whipping my ass, but enough that she smiled, "If you’re a good little whore, I may bang that ass after… though you’ll be so sore you’ll be begging me to be gentle."
"Yes, Miss Calendar, " I said meekly.
The first stroke on my tush was really tender, not so much a spank as Miss Calendar lightly touching me with the cane. The light wood felt cool against my butt cheeks, comforting not painful. I knew that this wasn’t going to last. I was right. The first touch had been to aim, the second was to strike. The wooden cane thwacked against my bare butt like a thump from a heavyweight, for a millisecond I felt the cold wood, then pain rushed through me, racing through my nerve endings like the Indianapolis 500, "AAAAaarrrgghhhh," I shrieked in pain.
"Naughty whore," said Miss Calendar and brought down the cane again. It crossed where the previous strike had hit, redoubling the pain.
I squealed again, "Sorry Miss Calendar, I’m a naughty girl."
"A naughty whore," corrected Miss Calendar and to make sure I was learning my lesson brought down the cane again. My bottom wobbled with the impact and I was torn by the ropes holding me in place, especially the one digging into my cunt. It was both agonising and exhilarating, I could see why bondage was so popular. The cane slammed down again.
"I’m a naughty whore," I screamed loudly, before repeating even louder, "A very, very naughty whore."
I was expecting Miss Calendar to thrash me harder and further just to really make sure I’d learnt the lesson. But instead she stopped and knelt down behind me. I could feel her lips on my butt as she began to tenderly kiss over the weals. I gave a little sigh of pleasure and then a little shriek. Dumbly I’d relaxed a little too much and lent forward, forgetting I was tied. The rope tugged painfully at my tittie and tears formed in my eyes, as I struggled to get myself up. Miss Calendar ignored my frenzied contortions and continued to kiss my ass. She gently pushed her tongue between her lips and began to run her tongue over my tender flesh. I wasn’t going to get caught twice making sure I remained tense and in position. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that after my spanking her tongue was a godsend, especially as she dipped it into my asshole the once. Eventually she pulled back, "Now little anal slut, you see I can be merciful as well as a disciplinarian."
"Yes, Miss Calendar, thank you Miss Calendar," I said as she ran her hand gently over my butt cheeks. I decided as she was in a forgiving mood to ask politely, "About that ass fuck Miss Calendar?"
She laughed, "Oh my dirty skanky whore…," she paused to gently rub my sore cheeks, "as you asked so nicely I’ll ram that cute little ass, on one condition…"
I was so horny unless the condition was to be fed feet first into a pool of killer piranhas I was likely to agree. I nodded enthusiastically, perhaps a bit to enthusiastically as my pussy was rope burnt and my tits almost exploded as they too were bitten into. I paused and nodded a little more gently, "What condition, Miss Calendar?"
"You clean my strap-on afterwards, I don’t want to have to go home with a dirty dildo…"
"Of course, Miss Calendar, I’ll suck it deep and clean it with my tongue, like the dirty little shit-licker I am," I would have smiled and turned my head if I wasn’t bound.
Miss Calendar was obviously in a very merciful mood, not only had she been sparing with the rod, but she also decided that as my appendages were going blue and my skin was starting to chafe where the rope was burning to loosen the ropes. She expertedly untied me, so skilfully I think I’m not the first student she’s tied to the back of her car and spanked. I stood up again and rubbed my skin to get the circulation back, as Miss Calendar undressed herself. Once naked she pulled on the strap-on, looking at the ten inches of rubber made me ache with anticipation. Miss Calendar saw where my eyes were drawn, she gestured me to come to her with a crooked finger, "Big enough for you, you trampy whore…"
"Yes, Miss Calendar, it’ll stretch my ass like it’s a rubber band," I replied.

I was standing next to her, so she reached down and gripped my pussy. It was already wet, but Miss Calendar made it wetter as she rubbed her palm over it. I gave a purr, as she murmured, "Nice…" and pushed her middle finger in.
I moaned again as Miss Calendar moved the digit around, pressing at my walls and sloshing around the wet hole. I could feel tiny spits of liquid dripping from my quim lips. Miss Calendar pushed deeper in, her finger exploring my hole like Stanley looking for the Livingstone.
"Uuurrffff," I groaned as Miss Calendar found my spot.
"Your clit I presume," Miss Calendar arched her eyebrow and slid into a second finger to partner the first. She slammed them into my bud, pushing it into the wall. Rushes of orgasmic pleasure ripped through me, hot flushes played against my skin and I could feel myself getting hot. A trickle of sweat seeped down my forehead and another threaded in the valley between my titties. Miss Calendar pushed harder and harder still, her face stern and unyielding as she drove me to take-off.
My motor revved and metaphorical clouds of smoke and sparks began to shoot through my nostrils. I was on the edge, balancing on a wall with indescribable, but pleasurable, climaxes on the other side. Without warning Miss Calendar pulled her fingers out, they were dripping with my cum, "Whores don’t cum from pussy fingering, but ass fucking," she teased and offered me her fingers.
I slipped my mouth over the digits and sucked up my own cum. Miss Calendar smiled mischievously and put her spare hand on my butt-cheek, "Lean over the hood, my little slutty."
I licked away the last of my girl cum and did as Miss Calendar asked. Leaning forward I spread my arms in a V above my head and pushed my titties onto the warm metal. Miss Calendar stood behind me and grabbed one of my cheeks in each hand. She squeezed them tight, the weals were already subsiding so it wasn’t painful – I think if she spanks me again I may need to tell her I’ve been really, really, really naughty and have no intention of changing my ways unless she thrashes me so hard she breaks the cane. Still I gave a little fake squeak of pain, just to make Miss Calendar feel good, one thing I’ve learnt from Mom is when you can’t feel it, fake it.
Miss Calendar tittered and pulled apart the cheeks. She gave a whistle, "No wonder you love your ass being ploughed. I only filled this up a couple of days ago and it looks virginal…"
"Don’t you like it tight?" I simpered.
"Oh you teasing, anal whore. The tighter the better, I’m really going to ram that slut ass," grinned Miss Calendar. I could feel the tip of her dildo rubbing against my puckered back hole.
"Take me," I gasped, "Treat me like a dirty whore."
"You are a dirty whore, so of course I’m going to treat you like one," Miss Calendar logically said. She started to push it in, the toy moved up my ass, widening my passage and grazing against my walls. At first I felt the normal discomfort, as if concrete was being poured into me, but then the Calendar slipped over my special spot sending sparks of pleasure flashing from the erogenous zone to my brain. A cataclysm of pleasure began to rush through me as Miss Calendar gripped my waist and levered her cock all the way in, "Take it all you slut," she growled.
"I’m a dirty fucking anal whore. I’m your slutty bitch," I called in excitement.
The sound of her thighs slapping into my buttocks got louder and louder as Miss Calendar redoubled her speed and pressure. She was thwacking her flesh so hard into my butt cheeks it was stinging, but that meant her cock was also going deep and hard. It slammed me open, wave after wave off pleasure crushing me and leaving me panting for breath as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing my throat.
"Aaarrgghhh, aaaaaarrgghhh," I screamed in enjoyment.
‘Thwack, thwack,’ harder and harder Miss Calendar slammed her dildo into my ass, her body bouncing against mine. Face down on the hood, my tits rubbed against the metal. My nipples were sensitive, sending little sparks rushing through me, but nothing compared to the feelings I was getting from the large dildo filling my ass. I could feel Miss Calendar’s hands moving up and down by sides in time with her energetic thrusts. They slid over my sweaty skin like skates on ice.
"Aaaarrrghhh, aaaarrrrghhhh… I’m a slut, fuck me until I burst," I gasped, my palms slithering over the metal unable to gain any grasp. Each thrust pushed me forward, so my body bounced against the car, my slit slamming into the edge of the hood. Cum was sliding from my pussy, chugging out like a waterfall; it was slipping into the engine, lubricating it like it was oil. My hair was an utter mess, stuck to my scalp and forehead like I’d never seen a hairdresser in my life.
"You’re a slut, a fucking whore, a fucking tramp whose ass is mine," grunted Miss Calendar slamming so deep the dildo almost exited my cunt. Her tits crushed against my back, her hard nipples pushing into my flesh. The tits slapped hard against me, as mine were crushed down, "Yesssss, yessss, take it hard slutty."
"Aaaarrrghhhh," was the only thing I could say in reply as my body and mind exploded into a million pieces. The orgasm was pumping through me, ripping me apart, leaving me shattered, rent and torn, "Aaaaarrrrghhhh, that’s it…."
It was one of the best orgasms I’ve had for days, in fact the best I’ve had since Mom stuffed her fist up my ass last week. I was left gulping for air, with stars whizzing in front of my eyes like I was a cartoon cat who’d been bonked on the head and with my limbs so weak that if it wasn’t for Miss Calendar keeping her cock in me I’d have slid to the ground in a heap.
"You like that? You like being stuffed anal slut?" Miss Calendar asked, she too was panting heavily, her skin as sweaty as mine.
I nodded, giving myself time to get my breath back before I spoke, "I love it, I love being fucked up my ass, I love you fucking me up my ass."
"Slut," replied Miss Calendar and ruffled my hair so that it was even messier than it had been before. There was a pop as she pulled out the cock and a sudden rush of oxygen out of my gaping hole, "Now it looks like I’ve a dirty cock, lucky there’s a dirty cock-sucker around isn’t it Buffy?"
I was about to reply when Miss Calendar gripped me by my waist and twisted me round so that I was facing her. I opened my mouth to speak, but Miss Calendar had transferred her hands to my shoulders; she pushed down and persuaded my weakened legs to give way so that I dropped to the knees. The cock bobbed enticingly in front of my mouth, but before I sucked I needed to tell Miss Calendar what a good job I was planning to do. I looked up at her, "I’m going to clean it until it glistens, Miss Calendar. I’ll make it so clean you could dip it in sugar and eat it like a candy apple."
"Just suck it, slut," laughed Miss Calendar, not unkindly. She moved her hands again so that this time they rested on the back of my head. But I didn’t need any persuasion to open my mouth and take the used dildo in my mouth. My lips moved round it, so that I could feel the rubber running smoothly past them as I moved forward. I took more and more of it, until I felt it pushing at my cheek, making me look like a sexy chipmunk. Above me Miss Calendar had her eyes closed and was deeply breathing in relaxation, her hands playing lightly through my hair, "Clean my cock you dirty cunt, suck it bitch."
My head bobbed as I ran up and down the toy. My saliva dribbled down the rubber and as I pulled my head back the cock glistened gleamingly with my spit. Again I drove myself down, a little deeper this time so that the tip of the cock went into my throat. I gagged a little and only Slayer reflexes stopped me choking it out. Miss Calendar stroked my cheek and smiled, "That’s looking clean, slutty."
I pulled back and looked at the toy, soaked with my saliva and glistening in the starlight, "Yes, Miss Calendar."
She helped me to my feet, "So Buffy, are you still feeling lonely?"
I smiled, "Not as lonely as I was, but I still have this big bed and no-one to share it with…"
"Buffy, you are such a complete slut…"
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