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Lima Heights Bitch	By : ToughLove Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9620 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), or Glee, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Have to admit I’m not sure how long this story will run and I have to admit there’s no real plan or plot behind it except Santana Lopez = uber-hot and Faith Lehane = uber-hot. About all I’ll promise is that it’s girl on girl all the way baby.
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Santana awoke to the feel of hands around her throat, then her attacker let out an agonised scream, released her grip, rolled off her, and fell to the ground, her screams continuing. Santana sighed as she reached across and turned her bedside light on in time to peer down at the nubile nude convulsing and twisting on her bedroom floor. Santana shook her head as she sat on the edge of the bed and peered down at the contorting cutie. “Listen cupcake, I thought we had fun last night. But clearly you’re slow of learning.” Santana casually kicked the older woman in the ribs, grinning slightly as her attack elicited a grunt. “So I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Santana reached down, grabbed the Bostonian babe by her sable mane and pulled her up onto the bed. “I can’t lie. I’m going to enjoy this. Hands and knees, ass cheeks apart.”
“Yes Miss Lopez.”
Faith’s dark eyes burnt angrily, but Santana was impressed at just how quickly her plaything scrambled into position, reached back and yanked her buttocks apart until all the lovely pink was showing. She was also impressed at how quickly the older brunette’s rounded ass had healed after her previous night’s butt-battering. However, she wasn’t in any mood to praise the cow, far from it after her previous behaviour. “You’re gonna learn the hard way you don’t mess with Lima Heights!” Santana warned as she opened her ‘toy drawer’, and pulled out a cold steel butt plug, the implement eight inches long, one inch thick at the tip and flaring down to four inches of generous thickness at the base. The Slayer shivered when she stroked the cold metal up and down her rear slit. “STILL!”
Faith stilled, the once boisterous Bostonian continuing to hold her ass cheeks apart. “Better.” Santana licked her lips with anticipation then turned back to her girl. “If you want it lubed, let me hear you beg.” Faith whimpered but didn’t say anything. “Tough girl, huh?” Santana giggled. “I was so hoping you’d play hard to get.”
Santana pressed the chilly steel point into the Slayer’s rosebud. “That’s right,” the Latina cheerleader cooed. “You relax.” The older brunette let out a gasp as Santana worked the plug inside, twisting from side to side into her rear channel, the dark-eyed nude’s anus spreading timidly before her. “God you’re so narrow, wouldn’t believe you’d taken all that ass-fucking everyone says you have,” Santana muttered as she gave the older woman’s ass a friendly pat before continuing.
“Uhhh, uhhhh.” The dark-eyed Slayer’s sweat-slicked hips bucked as Santana continued working the plug into her behind, pushing until the plug wouldn’t go any further, then igniting the Slayer’s anal nerves by twisting it from side to side, stretching her rear channel, then pushing it further inside her. “Uhhhh, uhhhh.” The Slayer’s back arched as the plug’s flared base was pressing against and between the brunette’s spread buns, perching provocatively just above her pink pussy.   “Ahhh, goddd.”

Santana knelt between her prostated plaything, soft palms rubbing up and down the fleshy buttocks. “Give me a wiggle, bitch.” Santana giggled as Faith obeyed, the sensually-shaped brunette ever so slowly rotating her bare buns in a circle. “And Faith, this plug has a remote control.”
“Uhhhh!” Faith’s head shot back, her full lips parting in a wail when the plug erupted inside her, vibrating from side to side, forcing in turn her ass to jump up and down. Santana giggled as she watched the alluring display, the Slayer’s satin hips bouncing up and down, aroused sweat beading on her naked form. “Gaaaa!”
Santana giggled again. “Roll onto your back.”
Faith groaned as she rolled into position, hips arched up to accommodate the plug jammed up her behind. “Legs and arms spreadeagled.” Faith glared at her, but helplessly obeyed, the Slayer sighing when Santana produced several pairs of girly fluffy handcuffs and used them to secure her to the bed’s four posts. “Good girl.”
Santana grinned as she crouched between the Slayer’s spread legs and began playing with the older woman’s bald pussy, rubbing, stroking, and pinching her nether lips, gaze fixed on the moaning beauty’s pleasure hole. The Slayer’s hips rose and fell as her wildly undulating mid-section coiled and uncoiled like a belly-dancer’s, firm breasts heaving as she gulped in air.
“Uhhh, uhhhh.” Faith’s breath caught as Santana turned on a pencil thin vibrator. A buzzing filled the air as the younger girl began teasingly rubbing its tip up and down her quivering pinkness. “Please, please.”

“Oh you’ll beg now!” Santana sneered as the beauty pleaded with her to slide the vibrator inside. “Beg like a dirty little puta!” Instead she pulled away and turned the vibrator off, laughing gently at the Slayer’s frustrated sobs. “From now on, you cum when I want you to mamacita, and not before!”
Santana grinned as she tugged Faith’s nubbin out of her sheath and positioned a suction cup over Faith’s clit. The cheerleader and the Slayer’s gaze met for a long anticipatory moment then Santana began pumping blood into it, forcing it to swell and bulge. Truth be told, she was glad it was taking more than a single night to break in her bitch, she’d have been disappointed if Faith had been so easy to take. But instead, she loved the challenge. “Ahhhh!” The Slayer let out a low moan, every inch of silken flesh pimpling as Santana fastened a butterfly vibrator around her trim waist then placed the vibrator over the Slayer’s engorged nubbin. “Ohhhh.” The Slayer’s rosy lips parted as her hips began bouncing up and down again as Santana turned the clit stimulator up to maximum then almost immediately back down.

“Like I said,” Santana sneered. “My time table, bitch.”
“Uhh, ohhh.” Faith glared at her, but her hips continued to spasmodically twitch. Santana licked her lips before diving back between the Slayer’s lewdly spread legs, placing her thumb and forefinger into the beautiful Bostonian’’s moist vagina and stretching it, Faith’s hips rising at her touch. “Uhhhhh.” The dark-eyed brunette let out a ragged moan as Santana eased a cold silver egg into her, stuffing her pussy full.
And then Santana turned all three sets of controls up to maximum. “Now you can cum.”
“Ahhhh!” Faith’s back arched, all four sets of cuffs rattling as the Slayer’s entire body convulsed and twisted, lithe muscles flexing wildly as sweat beads sprang from her body. “Ohhhh!” Her ass, pussy, and clit all exploded in pounding pleasure. “Aggg, ahhhh, ooooh!” The older brunette screamed herself hoarse as her climax grew, her clit seeming to be trying to leap off her frantically spasming body, juices gushing out from between her shaking legs. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Santana laughed as she turned the controllers down to more manageable levels before straddling the Slayer, her naked crotch pressing into the Bostonian’s sweaty mid-section and starting to play with the older brunette’s grade A rack. “Are you starting to get who my little bitch is yet, Faithie?” Santana queried as she began running a feather down first one armpit and then the other, the older beauty gritting her teeth as she tried to stay still. “Ohhh, still defiant,” Santana cooed, “so cute.”

“Ahhhh,” the Slayer let out an aroused pant, her rounded rear rising off the bed when Santana ran the feather duster across the brunette’s ribcage, the Slayer’s trim belly undulating and quivering in response. “Ooooh, oooooh!” Faith’s tits rose and fell as Santana stroked the feather across the Slayer’s pert breasts’ underside. “Oooooh!” The Slayer’s back arched as the feather danced circles around first one nipple and then the other, then back again. “Ohhh, ooooh. Ahhh.” Santana laughed as she stroked the feather across Faith’s jawline as the Slayer bucked under her, driven to a frenzy by the tormenting feather. “Ohhhh!” The Slayer’s biceps seemed ready to pop off her arms as Santana stroked her way up one arm and then back down the other, the Slayer twitching as if dipped from head to toe in itching powder. “Ohhh, ooooh.” The cheerleader cackled as she ever so slowly traced the feather’s tip first down and then back up the Slayer’s deep cleavage.
“Those titties,” Santana cooed mockingly, “they’re just so purty. I think they need some extra attention.” The Slayer’s back arched, full lips parting in a groan when the cheerleader snatched at her round bosom, strong thumbs and fingers rubbing over the smooth, unblemished flesh. “You like that don’t you pretty little puta!” Faith’s pants only increased as the relentless dom began rubbing a balm into her breasts, concentrating mostly on her nipples. “Oh yeah, could have been nice, but you had to be nasty,” Santana crowed as she placed a suction cup on the Slayer’s right nipple and began working the attached pump.

“Ohhhh!” The sexy Slayer moaned, curved lips wide apart as her chest heaved and fell, the Slayer’s long nipple swelling. “Ohhhh!” The beauty’s dark eyes rolled back, sweat sheening on her furrowed brow, cheeks hollowing and inflating as she gulped in air. “Ohhhh!”
Once Santana was satisfied the nipple was as pumped up as it would get, she swapped over and inflated the left one. Then she entertained herself tormenting her older toy by expertly tweaking, tugging, and twisting on the tingling tip, forcing the Slayer to whimper and beg for release. And then, when the beautiful Bostonian, her sable mane pooling under her, was bucking wildly, she quickly snapped on a pair of steel clamps. “Ahhhh!” the Slayer’s back arched, almost throwing Santana from her like a bucking bronco divesting of its rider. “Ohhhh, fucccck!”

Santana giggled and intensified the Slayer’s moans and groans by remorselessly continuing to pull and twist on the pinched nubbins. “Mamacita, you goin’ to school Lima Heights style, puta!” she taunted as she picked up the clamps’ remote control and turned them on full blast.

“Ahhhh!” Santana watched and revelled as the Slayer’s scream echoed around the luxurious room, her back arching as her firm, round breasts bouncing and cuffs rattling furiously. “Ooooooh!”
“Oh do shut up!” Santana laughed as she stuffed yesterday’s panties into the Slayer’s mouth, muffling her squeals. “And oh, by the way, you get real used to that taste, slut.”
Santana laughed again as she rose, then ever so casually turned all the controls onto maximum. The bed shook and the cuffs rattled as the Slayer struggled to cope with the myriad of competing sensations rushing over her. Santana sat at the make-up table at the bottom of the bed, watching her slut wriggle and writhe as she herself dressed and put on her make-up. “I’m sorry honey, I’d love to play,” she cooed, “but I’ve got school. But I’m gonna set up this webcam,” Santana moved the webcam into position at the foot of the bed, “so I can keep an eye on you all day. “And I’ll take these controls with me so I can play with you any time. Chow!”
“MMMMMMMM!”
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“Honey I’m home!” Santana trilled as she unlocked and opened her bedroom door, and sauntered in to find the naked Slayer lying exactly where she’d left her, her nubile body gleaming with sweat and the bed beneath her drenched with her expulsions as she twitched spasmodically. “Where was I?” She turned all remotes back up to maximum.

“MMMMMM!” The dark-haired beauty’s body arched up into a ‘V’, her feet and head the only parts to remain on the bed as every sleek muscle tautened. “MMMMMMM!” The Slayer’s eyes bulged as her labia quivered and her body shook uncontrollably, sweat beads flying off the convulsing cutie. “MMMMMMM!”
“This is fun,” Santana giggled as she stared at the shaking Slayer then turned the units down, allowing Faith to slump back down to the bed, her perfect chest heaving as she struggled to gulp in air through her nostrils and panty-stuffed mouth. She’d watched the saucy show on her laptop at school, even given several of the remote controls to Brittany after telling her they were personal alarms, and then later left them turned to maximum while in cheerleader practice.
Santana reached between the beauty’s soaked thighs and ever so tenderly rubbed at her moist crotch. Faith whimpered in response. “Oh I’m sorry baby, are you tired?” Santana cooed. “You must have come what twenty times today?” Santana continued tenderly touching her girl-friend, eyes fixed on watching her every helpless twitch. “You must be so sore and thirsty too.”
“Please,” the busty Bostonian let out a croak the moment Santana tugged her sodden panties out of her mouth, the Slayer’s voice hoarse, “I need something to drink, please.”
“Naughty, naughty,” Santana giggled as she stripped and straddled her drenched slave’s taut belly. “Remember how it works. You look after me, I look after you. You lick my pussy and ass out, and maybe I unfasten you, let you have a drink, use my shower. You keep trying to be top butch in the jailhouse, and maybe tomorrow instead of tying to the bed, I hog-tie you, leave the toys in and make your web-cam public, you get me, cupcake?” Faith nodded weakly. “I’m gonna have to hear the words, girl-friend.”
“I wanna eat your pussy.”
Santana smirked, unable to resist the opportunity to twist the knife and remind her tamed Slayer just who the boss was. “And what about my butt, sweetheart?”
Faith’s dark eyes glowered, but her tone was civil enough. “I wanna eat your ass.”
“Great!” Santana beamed, her girl-friend’s submission making her pussy leak. “But first about my crotch!” The cheerleader crawled over the Slayer until her pussy was positioned a few inches over the older brunette’s face then reached out with one hand to grab a hold of and balance on the antique headboard then reached down with the other to roughly grab the Slayer’s sable mane and yank her face up into her crouch.
“Ooooooh!” Santana’s bare back arched as she felt the sultry Slayer’s tongue slide up and down her bald pussy. “Yessss!” the teen writhed happily. “Use that fucking mouth on me!” Santana panted as the Slayer lapped at her dripping labia then added to her growing arousal by easing her tongue into Santana’s moist, hot tightness. “Yesss! Yesss!” Santana’s boobs bounced gleefully as the older beauty’s tongue delved deep into her twat, the tongue swirling around every single inch of soaking, quivering wall.
“Ooooooh!” Santana ground her crotch into Faith’s face as the Slayer’s tongue danced over her clit, the pleasure button wobbling happily in reply. ”Goddddd!” The teen wriggled and writhed as Faith’s tongue poked at her trembling pleasure button then dragged her tongue back down to the cheerleader’s engorged folds, dancing up and down at them at varying speeds and pressing down with varying intensity. “Oooooh, ohhhh, you good girl!”
Faith’s tongue pounded in and out, juices dripping onto the jack-hammer of a tongue as it stabbed at the teen’s g-spot with ever increasing power, like a battering-ram of pleasure. “Ohhhh!” Santana’s bed creaked and shook as the cheerleader’s climax rushed towards her. “Yessss! Yessss! You good girl!” Santana’s thighs shook as they clamped around the Slayer’s head, holding her in place as her juices gushed out to drench the older brunette. “Yessssssss!   Fucccccck!” Santana threw her head back, breathing becoming a problem as her arousal turned her blood to molten lava, and let out a passionate wail.   “OHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! GODDDDDDDDDDDD!” Her hips pulsed up and down, bouncing her crotch off the trapped Slayer’s face.   “SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
“Oh baby,” Santana panted as she climbed off and examined the older beauty’s cunny-smeared features. “What an incredible mouth you have.” When the Slayer glared up mutely, Santana slapped her across the face. “I paid you a compliment, what do you say?”
“Thank you, Ms. Lopez,” the older brunette grunted through gritted teeth, dark eyes staring malignantly up.

“Good girl.” Santana preened briefly at the supernatural warrior’s submission, then returned to business. “Now where were we? Oh yeah,” the Latina cheerleader nodded before climbing back onto the bound Slayer’s face, this time facing towards her naked torso so that her pert behind was settled on Faith’s face, “my ass!”
A depraved thrill ran through the cheerleader as the Slayer’s tongue snaked up her ass, back arching in reply as she pulled on the Slayer’s tits, the Slayer in turn responding by arching off the sweat-soaked bed. She didn’t know how or why, but she’d always secretly loved back-passage action, the nerves there somehow more sensitiveresponsive to pleasure than even her vaginal pleasure spot. Many was the night she’d bit down on a towel or something and jammed a couple of fingers up her ass, twisting them around until she exploded.
But as pleasurable as her fingers were, they were nothing next to the delights of her bitch’s wet, long tongue slipping and sliding up her quaking anus, the depraved knowledge that it was the mighty Faith Lehane debasing herself for her only adding to the delight. “Uuuuuh!” she moaned low in her throat, perfect globes grinding around on the Slayer’s face as her tongue probed and twisted around inside of her narrowest hole. “Work that tongue!”
The Latina shivered as Faith responded by trailing her tongue up and down her back passage, her tongue lodged deep between her buttocks. Even without any vaginal stimulation, she’d still come from the Slayer’s anal play, and planned to savour every second. “Uhhhhh!” Her hips bounced up and down, her ass clamped tightly on the Slayer’s face. “Uhhhh!” Santana let out a delighted squeal as Faith’s tongue drove up and against her puckered rosebud, excited nerves firing in reply. “Yes! Yes!” Santana panted as Faith tongue-fucked her, driving her tongue in and out of Santana’s bunghole.   “Oh fuck! Fuck!”
Her ecstasy growing, Santana rocked back and forth, eyes screwed shut as she concentrated on her growing arousal. “Ohhh! Yessss! Ohhhhh!” The cheerleader’s bare back arched, her tits bouncing as the tip of Faith’s tongue pressed hard against her anus’ rosebud, pushing her to ever greater levels of arousal. “Harder! Harder!” Sweat beaded down her naked, gyrating body as she ground her ass against Faith’s face. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh!”
“Ahhhhhh!” Santana wailed and moaned as Faith’s mouth slavered and simpered inside her ass, the Slayer’s tongue pushing with insistent gleefulness against her quivering rosebud. “Ohhh!” Santana shook as her climax neared, her own juices leaking down to further soak the Slayer lying beneath her. “Ohhhh!” Her hand reached down and below her to snatch at the Slayer’s raven mane and yank her head up, pushing Faith’s face deeper into her gorgeous globes, and holding her there until she was good and finished. “Ohhhh! Ahhhh!”
And then it happened, her climax crashing over her, her strangled cries echoing around the bedroom as Santana threw her head back and shrieked her orgasm, nubile naked body shaking in uncontrollable glee. “Fucccccccck! Yessssssssss! Ahhhhhhh! Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Santana slumped forward the moment her climax was finished, tear-dropped titties swaying gently as she gulped in air.
Santana grinned as she climbed off her girl-friend and peered down. Humiliation was etched across the Slayer’s smeared features, but the busty Bostonian still managed to glare up at her. Faith wasn’t broken, not yet, but she would be. And until she was, Santana would have to deal with Faith’s rebellions.
She couldn’t wait.
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