Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Best For Buffy	By : Piccolo999 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 19334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Best For Buffy
- 2-Chapter Two
- 1
- 2
Faith made Buffy lick her to several orgasms that morning, before finally giving her back her clothes and letting her go. Buffy went home in a daze, still tasting Faith. She stopped by a shop just so that she could buy a bottle of water, in the hope of getting the taste of the other Slayer out of her mouth. She felt like her breath must stink of Faith’s pussy she had licked her out so much, and that thought alone was enough to make her feel weak and humiliated. She just wanted to get home and bury her head in her pillow and cry, which is exactly what she did when she got home. Dawn banged on her door and asked her what was wrong, but Buffy just ignored her. She just had no idea what to say.
After several hours, she heard her phone beep, and slowly raised her head from her pillow. She looked at the caller ID. It was Faith. Dread set in, but she didn’t dare disregard the message. She opened it up and read:
Strip then take a pic n send it 2 me
Buffy ran her hands down her face, wanting to scream and cry and just die. How could her life have become such a mess so quickly? As she was arguing with herself, her phone beeped again. It was another message from Faith:
NOW BITCH!
Buffy forgot all thoughts of disobeying, fleeting as they might have been, and quickly stripped naked, tossing her clothes and underwear into the corner of the room. She stood in front of her mirror, shaking, and carefully took a picture so that her head wasn’t included in the frame. She hesitated for only a moment before hitting send.
A minute later, her phone beeped again:
Not bad B but this time I want 2 c ur face n u must rite FAITHS BITCH on ur tits with lipstick NOW!
Buffy felt more tears coming, again, and angrily wiped them away. She hated how Faith was making her cry all the time, but she couldn’t focus on that. She hastily picked out a tube of red lipstick, and carefully wrote the words just above her breasts. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a dirty whore looking back at herself, and felt sick. But she still took the picture, this time including her face, non-smiling, with shiny tears on her cheeks and messy bed hair. Basically, she looked pathetic.
Faith’s reply came a few minutes later:
Much better ur goin 2 keep it on ur tits until tonite I want u 2 cum 2 my place after patrol! Now clean urself up u look gross n brush ur hair
Feeling humiliated at Faith’s assessment of her, she did as she was told, washing her face (but making sure not to let any of the writing smudge) and combing her hair until it was straight and then tying it up in a ponytail. She immediately felt slightly better, despite the fact that she still had those degrading words of ownership scrawled across her tits in lipstick. She tried to ignore them as she got dressed, forgoing a bra, lest it rub away some of the writing.
When she looked at the clock, she realised it was already time to go patrolling, and so quickly left the house, rushing so she wouldn’t have to speak to her sister or any of her friends. Buffy was so focused on getting ready and fleeing the house that she failed to notice how wet she was.
Buffy hesitated outside Faith’s apartment. She hadn’t been able to concentrate on Slaying tonight, too apprehensive about what her… Mistress… was going to do to her tonight. Even thinking that word made her feel humiliated. So after nearly getting herself killed by a pathetic group of Vamps, she had decided to call it a night before she really did get herself killed. But of course, that meant it was time to report… no, she couldn’t even think it this time. Saying it in front of Faith was one thing, but she would not give her the pleasure of thinking of her that way.
Feeling angry, Buffy raised her hand and knocked. She thought about punching Faith as soon as she opened the door, beating her across the room, kicking every inch of her ass until she begged Buffy to stop. But when Faith opened the door, all Buffy did was lower her head submissively and swallow the sudden lump in her throat, all thoughts of defiance flittering away. She told herself it was because she knew it would end badly for her if she tried anything like that.
Faith gave her that aggravating smirk of hers. “Early and eager, are ya?” Faith taunted, looking at her watch pointedly.
Buffy shook her head. “No, I – ”
“I don’t wanna hear excuses, B,” Faith said, interrupting her. “Get your sexy ass in here.” Faith grabbed her by said ass and pulled her inside. Buffy gasped, falling into Faith and putting her hands on the other Slayer’s chest to stop herself from falling flat on her face. Faith shut the door with a flick of her wrist and then moved that hand to join her other, roughly grasping Buffy’s butt with both hands now. Buffy had closed her eyes as she was pulled inside, but when she opened them, she found Faith staring down at her with lust.
Before Buffy could say anything, Faith moved forward and captured her lips. The kiss was light at first, just a soft press of Faith’s lips upon hers, and Buffy let that be. She stared at Faith’s closed eyes and kept her lips firmly pressed together, not moving them at all. Eventually, Faith tried to deepen the kiss, and when she found resistance, she opened her eyes and pulled back slightly.
“B, if you don’t start kissing me back, I will thrash your ass black and blue,” Faith said the words calmly, but there was an edge to them, an edge that told Buffy she was absolutely serious about her threat.
Buffy nodded her acceptance, and this time, when Faith kissed her, she kissed back. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was really hard when Faith forced her tongue into her mouth and began exploring. Faith was so aggressive, her tongue sliding back and forth inside her mouth, slipping over her own on each pass by, like a slimy wet snake, her hands moulding the flesh of her Buffy’s ass through her jeans.
It came as a surprise to her when Faith moved her hands, bringing them up to Buffy’s shoulders and pushing her up against the wall, never once breaking the kiss. Even more surprising was when Faith moved her hands again, this time up Buffy’s face and into her hair, in a gesture that was almost tender, her fingers melding and playing with her blonde locks. The feeling of Faith massaging her scalp was so good; Buffy couldn’t stop the soft moan of pleasure that escaped her lips.
Faith smirked that damn smirk again, obviously enjoying making her react that way. It was involuntary! She didn’t want to feel this good, but Faith was making her! It wasn’t Buffy’s fault she had a thing for her lovers playing with her hair and massaging her scalp. Not that Faith was her lover! She was just an… an abuser.
“You like that, huh B.” It wasn’t a question, so Buffy didn’t answer. And even if she had gone to answer, it would have been cut off by Faith once again reclaiming her lips. Reclaiming them, that was definitely the right phrase for it. Buffy truly felt claimed by Faith at this point.
When Faith finished kissing her, she licked her lips as she pulled back, her eyes trailing all the way down Buffy’s vulnerable body, taking in every inch of her. Her eyes travelled back up, taking just as much time, enjoying the sight of a trembling Buffy Summers. Once she reached the other Slayer’s eyes, Faith said, “Strip.”
Buffy nervously reached down to remove her sneakers first, and in doing so gave Faith a perfect view down her top. Faith bit her bottom lip as she saw that Buffy wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Hurry up,” Faith encouraged, “I wanna see those words you have written on your tits with my own eyes.”
Buffy removed her jeans next, not wanting to give Faith what she wanted. Or at least, she wanted to make her wait as long as she could before she was forced to do it anyway. As Buffy pulled off her jeans, lifting each leg to tug them free of the clingy material, Faith caught a peak of her silky pink panties, and felt her own moisten in anticipation.
Buffy now had a choice. Remove her top and give Faith what she wanted, or remove her thong and bare her sex instead? It was a tough choice, but her impetuousness won out. She would rather flash her pussy than give Faith what she wanted. Not that she wasn’t giving Faith what she wanted anyway – that being a nude Buffy – but she just knew that what Faith really wanted to see what those humiliating words that marked her as her property. Denying her that, even for a moment, was a small victory she would gladly take. And so Buffy hooked her thumbs into the straps of her pink thong and pulled the silky material down her legs and off, tossing the garment aside to join her other discarded clothing.
“Enough teasing, B.” Faith reached down into her pants and rubbed her soaked panties into her slit in preparation for the sight that was about to be revealed. “Get that top off.”
Buffy gaped as Faith blatantly began masturbating in front of her. Now that the time had come, she felt even more humiliated by what she was about to expose. It didn’t really make sense. She had already sent the picture, Faith had already seen the words, and probably had saved the copy of that picture as well. So why did it feel so demeaning to reveal them in person? Maybe because Faith was clearly getting off on her embarrassment?
Buffy didn’t know, but she knew that Faith was getting impatient, so she finally gripped the hem of her top, and, taking a deep breath, pulled it up and over her head. ‘FAITHS BITCH’ stood out on her chest, a little smudged, but still visible, and most important, readable.
Faith picked up the pace of her masturbation, grinning at her. Buffy felt a ton of shame slam down upon her, and she tried to cover herself, and the words, up. But Faith wasn’t going to stand for that.
“Ah-hah, don’t you dare try and cover up. Hands on your head, and spread your legs a bit. That’s it…. gooood bitch. Now I want to see you smile. No more of this sulky expression. Smile for me, B.”
Buffy forced a smile to her face. It felt so fake, and her cheeks hurt as Faith ordered, “wider!”, but she did as she was told. Before she knew it, Faith had her phone out and was taking more pictures. Buffy wanted to object, but what was the point? Faith already had the tape and the previous pictures Buffy had sent. Sure, the smile made the photos even more damming, if they were ever to be publicised, but Faith wouldn’t let that happen as long as Buffy did as she was told. She wouldn’t want to lose her leverage.
“Play with yourself slut,” Faith commanded, still holding the phone, ready to take more incriminating evidence. “Keep one hand on your pretty little head, and use the other to finger yourself!”
Her cheeks felt like the surface of the sun as Buffy brought her hand down to do as she was told. She tried to ignore how easily her finger slipped inside her soaking pussy, refusing to acknowledge how turned on she was by all of this humiliation. When he fingers started moving, Faith snapped several more pictures, encouraging Buffy as she went to town on herself.
“Good girl, yes, fuck that whore pussy hard and fast. Go on; get another finger in there. Yessss, mmm, that’s fuckin’ hot, B. Moan for me, you know you want to. Don’t fight it. That’s it, good, moan like the slutty bitch you are. That feels good, doesn’t it? No, don’t you dare lie, B. Admit it! Say it! Tell me how fuckin’ good that feels to fuck your own wet pussy right in front of me!”
Buffy couldn’t help herself, her fingers moved like pistons as she thrust them in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. Tears streamed down her face, tears of humiliation, tears of absolutely blissful pleasure, tears of denial.
“Fuckin’ admit it whore!”
“It feels… so goood… oh God… oh… it’s so…. OH!” Buffy just about managed to get the words out through her groans of gratification.
Buffy was so caught up in the moment, she didn’t notice Faith had stopped playing with her own pussy, not until the other Slayer grabbed her, spun her around, and forced her up against the wall. Buffy cried out in surprise, her fingers slipping out of her slit and grasping at the wall as she was forced face first into it. Faith kicked her feet further apart and struck her own fingers up Buffy’s cunt, while her mouth moved to lick her ear.
“You like it, slut,” Faith whispered. “Don’t fight it. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your legs. You love how I treat you. You love how I make you feel. You love giving in to me. Giving me everything I want. It makes your knees go weak and your submissive little body shiver all over just thinking about falling to your knees in front of me!” Faith punctuated her words with a hard thrust into Buffy, making the other woman scream and cum, her juices squirting out all over the wall.
Buffy leant her forehead against the wall, panting heavily, exhaustion over taking her, shame flushing her body. She felt so weak, so pathetic, because she couldn’t control herself in front of Faith. She wished she could just say no to the other Slayer, tell her she was wrong (and she WAS wrong!), but her body kept betraying her. When Faith let go of her and pulled her fingers free, Buffy collapsed to her knees.
Faith laughed and said, “that’s it, right where you belong, B.”
Buffy was too tired to fight her on it. She just knelt there and sobbed for a while. Faith let her cry for a few minutes. Buffy didn’t even notice when she left the room, or hear her when she returned, dressed to play the part this time.
Faith’s high-heeled leather boots clicked on the wood flooring, and the cat o’ nine tails whip she held made a faint swishy noise as it was dragged along the floor ever so lightly.
“B!” Faith called her name sternly. Buffy ignored it, but she couldn’t ignore the pain in her back as the cat o’ nine tails struck her flesh with a loud crack! Buffy screamed and turned to look fiercely at Faith. However, when she saw the whip, and the leather outfit that her Mistress was wearing, she quickly dropped her gaze and wiped the expression off her face.
“When I speak to you, you do not ignore me!” Faith told her, still speaking strictly. Buffy nodded her assent, sneaking peeks up at the other Slayer.
Faith was wearing the aforementioned leather boots; leather gloves that reached up to just passed her elbow, and most importantly, a crotchless one-piece Dominatrix costume. Not just that, but where her breasts should be held, instead they jutted firmly out, free from any constraints, as bare as the day she was born, through two strategically placed holes in the outfit.
It was the most outrageous outfit Buffy had ever seen anyone wear, and yet, she couldn’t stop sneaking little glances up at it as Faith swished the cat o’ nine tails back and forth. She was like a deer caught in the headlights of that shocking outfit.
“Crawl your slut ass over here,” Faith commanded, indicating a spot just in front of her. Buffy did as she was told, and then knelt up, awaiting further instruction. “Good girl, now put your hands behind your back, and arch your back. Stick those little titties out for me. Goood.”
Faith made figure eights in the air with the cat o’ nine tails whip. Buffy could feel the air lightly against her breasts; they were that close to making contact.
“You’ve had your pleasure,” Faith said, a smirk turning her lips up, a wicked glint in her eyes, “now it’s time for some… pain!”
And with that, Faith cracked the whip right down across Buffy’s exposed chest.
The little blonde Slayer screamed.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Best For Buffy