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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 87735 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane
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- 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
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I’d love to say I’d given as good as I got, but I was the one trussed up in a darkened dungeon with a leather mask over my face like I was a gimp wrestler who’d lost an argument with the head knotter of the Boys Scouts of America. And though, through the leather, I could hear movements on either side from a couple of other chained up denizens of Glory’s cellar, neither of them were the bitch Hell-Goddess or Miss B Summers. I comforted myself with the thought that once I escaped and got home that the blonde Slayer would have an ass so beaten that it could be used as a prop in a gorefest so brutal it was banned in all civilised countries. Unfortunately for my solace the rest of me was wondering how the fuck I was going to get the hell out of Dodge.
I’d have been able to take Glory down without trouble; no big bad is bad enough for Madame Lehane’s little whore. But I hadn’t been expecting B to be around, certainly not in her netherwear making kissy-kissy eyes at Glory; I mean I’d told her to go patrol the graveyards for random vamps not tramp around the Hell-Goddess. I was kinda struggling to get over B’s disobedience, I mean she’s always been a bit of a slut for a spanking, but allying with Glory was taking her past naughty puppy stage and onto serious badness. Anyway after a few seconds of me looking like I’d been slapped with a dead fish, B posing like a strumpet and Glory devouring her up, like B was on display we went to it – fighting like a three cats stuck in a tin. Glory I could handle, B I had handled; both together was like putting a High School basketball team up against the Harlem Globetrotters… I tried, but soon found myself tied up by my wrists and hung so high I was barely able to stand on my tiptoes.
I hadn’t seen my dungeon, B and Glory had stuffed the hood on me after roping me together before carrying me down the stairs. "Hang around for a while Faith," giggled Glory, "we’ll be back later."
"Mmmmppff," I replied. Had I mentioned the mask had a fucking ball-gag that they stuffed in my mouth before they strung me up like fucking turkey at Thanksgiving? It kept my mouth open just enough that after a while it began to be uncomfortable and with the darkness, the sound of sobbing beside me and the burn of the ropes on my wrist it wasn’t the best night in I’d ever had. And nagging at me was what the hell would happen to my adopted little sis Dawnie if Glory got out and to her. The words ‘key’, ‘sacrificial’ and ‘hell-dimension’ didn’t go well together – they went even less well when the full sentence was ‘Dawn Summers was the sacrificial key to allow Glorificus to open a hell-dimension’. And the inside of my hood stunk…
It was quiet, the silence broken only by small sobs of fear and terror from my two fellow captives, and every now and then the creak of a floorboard above us. The cellar hadn’t seemed too warm when I’d arrived, but it gradually seemed to become closer, until I could feel my clothes sticking to my sweaty skin and every breath seemed to be a struggle as if I was suffocating. I tried to keep calm, remembering the meditation techniques English had taught me… they were about as helpful as a Government lawyer. I twisted and pulled at the ropes, but they were too tightly hammered into the wall, so all I did was burn my wrists and bang myself into the wall as I turned. Sweat poured from my forehead, making the hood smell worse, like a pair of old shoes left out in the rain. I began to have visions of being left here, a hanging skeleton, of becoming so hungry I gnawed through the leather and then my own wrists. Panic surged in me and it became a constant battle to keep it down, to stop myself shrieking and crying.
At the last the door opened and I heard two pairs of footsteps. It would be Glory and B I knew, but I didn’t care – better the bitches that being left alone here. They footsteps stopped in front of me and then silence, even the sobs from my neighbours had stopped and my breath stopped its labouring as I tried to pretend I was calm and nonchalant. The two pairs of footsteps moved to my neighbours and I could hear something happening, but I couldn’t tell what, the leather mask muffling the sound too much even for my slayer hearing to make sense off. After a few minutes the two sets of footsteps moved in front of me. Again there was a pause then I two pairs of hands began to undo my pumps, pulling them off and then my socks. My jeans were next, one of the hands, undoing my denims and pulling them down. I felt the fingers as they brushed at me, they weren’t B and they didn’t seem like how I imagined Glory’s were either. I knew who they did remind me off though. I shivered as the jeans were slid over my ankles, my strippers saying not a word.
I briefly wondered whether they were going to take off my T-shirt and jacket. To get them off they’d need to undo my wrists and I guessed they weren’t stupid enough to do that. Even in my mask I’d be too dangerous untied for anyone but B and Glory both. There was a sound of metal being pulled from leather. I tensed as I felt the knife touch me as it sliced its way through my T-shirt and then my jacket, even if I guessed they weren’t going to gut me it still was too sharp and cold for comfort. The two hands reached out and pulled the ruined clothing away from me.
I was naked apart from my belly-button ring and whatever I’d said about it being hot I’d changed my mind; it was as cold as New York in winter. My body broke out in Goosebumps, my nipples going hard and stiff. I tried to remain still and control my shivers. The hands moved out over my body, moving like they were moulding me in clay, over my naked titties and down to my belly-button ring. They stopped and tugged it. It hurt and for a moment I thought they were going to tug again and pull it out. They didn’t instead they pulled out the stud and let the ring fall to the floor. The invisible hand owner continued with her exploration of by body moving a hand down to my pussy. My feet lifted themselves off the floor as she slid a finger into my pussy. It was only for a few moments, a few jabs and a swirl and then she was out.
I could hear the two newcomers murmuring to each other, a giggle that was on the edge of my recognition and made me go colder. For a few moments they continued to giggle and then they walked away. I heard the door slam ominously behind them.
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One of the girls next to me started to sob, then the other joined in. I shivered; and this time it wasn’t the cool.
*
I wasn’t sure how long I was there before the door opened again. This time there were five steps of footsteps. I tried to track where they were, one moved over to the corner and stopped, another couple went to my neighbours and again I heard a sound, muffled moans and what sounded like the sound of leather hood being dropped onto the floor. The other two stopped in front of me and paused. I waited, I can’t say patiently, but I had no other choice – I could barely move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see and all I could smell was damp, sweaty leather.
I couldn’t help but quiver as the hands reached for my mask. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see if my fears on who it was with B and Glory were confirmed. It didn’t matter, as the mask was lifted just enough for the lips to touch my mouth and be withdrawn. Then a little higher so that I could have seen who my tormentor was, but no more. Butt-fuck said, "Hello Faith."
I couldn’t reply, even if the ball-gag wasn’t forcing me silent the betrayal was burning me. My eyes opened to look at her, like I needed confirmation that the voice was one of glory’s tricks. The Milf was wearing a leather corset, which didn’t quiet keep her titties out of play. "Good morning Faith, sleep well?"
She pulled the hood off fully and I blinked as light flooded my eyes. It’s funny how being sensory deprived your mind can play tricks with you; I’d kinda been expecting the dungeon to be dark and dank, with moss growing on stones walls and a medieval roasting rack in the middle of the rooms. It wasn’t instead, without my choking mask, it was light and airy, the walls papered in a sick-making lilac wallpaper, with paintings of nudes and widescreen TVs. In fact it didn’t really look like a torture chamber at all, not with the expensive couches, the large four poster bed and the Jacuzzi; even the metal racks looked more like something you’d chain your cycle too than a bitch. And you had to look up to the roof to see the ropes, tied up against the ceiling, ready to be dropped down.
And Harm was looking up, her arm round Glory’s waist and a small smile on her face, like she couldn’t wait to play with us. Both of them were wearing dresses and high heels, red and, I guess, trendy if you’re into looking like a hooker. B was behind them, in a vest and shorts, like she was just preparing for a run; she too was smiling her eyes flicking between Glory, Harm and her Mom.
I twisted my head to one side and then the other, terrified who my neighbours would be. My stomach lurched so much it was like last night’s dinner was planning an escape; on one side of me was Will, on the other Dawnie. Both were trussed up by their wrists, the only concession to them not being Slayers was that they were resting on the whole front of their feet, not just their toes. They were as naked as I was, gags forcing open their mouths, their cheeks stained with tears and writhing at the ropes tying them in panic. I forced myself to breath easily and looked to my front.
In the corner with one of her magical sensory stone cameras was Anya. She realised I was looking in her direction and looked up from fiddling with her stone to gaze at me. She stared at me for a moment and I let my loathing free, as I wasn’t going to do it to Glory or B or even Harm or Butt-fuck who had the whip hand… for the moment. Anya met my eyes for a few seconds and then shrugged, "Sorry Faith. It’s business. Glory is such a good customer who gives me so many of those green things with past President’s portraits I don’t want to loose her. And I reckon the breaking of you will be a bigger seller than Cordelia – she’s kinda washed up. I won’t get as much for Dawnie and Willow, but even with them I think I can shift a few copies." She paused, thinking, "I might do a buy two get one free offer…" she said brightly; "Anyway I better be heading back to the store. I’ll come round and pick the stones up when they’re full and replace them."
She turned and headed out; B gave her a wave goodbye before stepping forwards towards me, "How’s it hanging? You all look like you’re having such fun hanging around, " she grinned at her puns, before putting back on her serious face, "Looks like the tables have flipped Faith. You’re not the only one who’s been rootin’ after Glory, not all my patrols have been ending in me staking vamps – recently they’ve been ending with Glory staking me or me sticking it to her… with rubber, y’know what I mean."
I nodded, trying to keep myself from glowering. B smiled, "As you also know, Glory’s being trying to get herself back to her dark dimension," I could hear Dawnie cry of fear even through her ball-gag. Glory’s tossed her hair coquettishly and B gave her a quick smile before turning back to me, "You’ve been trying to solve that problem with your fists, which is kinda silly cos she’s actually a lot tougher than you and has been playing kittenish whilst we worked up a plan." She flicked one of my nipples with her finger.
"The trouble with Hell-Dimensions," B continued, "is they’re hot, they’re sticky and they play the devil with Glory’s cutey hair." She gave a smile so sickly to Glory that even if they hadn’t got me and my sis and bestie tied to a wall, it would have made me wanna vomit. The blonde stick insect turned back to me, "So what’s a girl to do? Well I turned to my Mom and my new best friend," she glared at Will, the BFF I had filched off her, "and… y’know you lot are really dumb, we’re all sneaking off to Glory’s whatever chance we get and none of you noticed." I did scowl this time. They’d told me they were going shopping, lying bitches. B saw my scowl and gave my nipple under flick, "Anyway the four of us thought, what’s the benefits of being a Hell Goddess and the answer is… drum roll please… obedient minions who’ll do whatever we want." She smiled and Harm squeezed Butt-fuck close. B grinned and took a step back, looking first at me and then Will and Dawnie, her smile was so wide she looked like the fuckin’ Cheshire Cat, "And that is where you step in. We’re going to train you to be our fuck-toys and Glory, Mom, Harmony and I will live happily ever after with every one of our desires being satisfied by you three sluts. Any questions?"
I almost swallowed my gag and I pulled at the ropes so hard that my wrists hurt, though the iron rings they were tied to remained as unmoved as Snyder giving out SAT results. B looked at me and then reached up to remove my ball-gag, "Faith?" she asked quizzically like she was a teacher and I was the dense student at the back of the room.
"You fuckin’ bitch, when I get free I’m going to rip your eyeballs out and use your limbs to batter the others to death," it wasn’t original, but I wasn’t in an original kinda mood.
B put the ball-gag back in, "Translation – what if I don’t co-operate?" B shrugged and pulled a face, looking at Dawnie, "Well, Glory will head back to her dimension, so bye-bye Dawnie." She smiled cheerfully, "But hey, she’s not my real sister."
I sagged against the ropes. I wasn’t beaten, not yet, but at the same time my options were kinda limited. I just had to keep calm, play along and wait for my chance. I’d make B’s ass sizzle like a burger at Double-meat place. The way B looked at me I could tell she didn’t believe I was turning into Little Miss Muffet, but she didn’t call me out instead she just shrugged.
"Shall we start with Willow?" asked Glory, she turned to Harmony and smiled, making the blonde moron give a little jump and clap of excitement.
"Sure," said B. She leant over to whisper something to Will, so quiet I couldn’t hear, before popping out her gag and untying her. She led her over to one of the metal frames. She roped my friend up again so that her stomach was on the top bar, leaving her legs flailing and her outstretched arms tied to the sidebars. With her red hair shooting towards the ground I’d have said she looked like an upside down porcupine if B hadn’t been getting a cane out from a cupboard in the corner. She left it open and I was able to see that it was filled with whips and canes, leather straps and heavy metal chains. B walked behind Will and the redhead whimpered as she knew what was coming. B smiled at Harmony, "How many bestie?"
Harm considered. I was guessing Will might get off lightly cos I wasn’t convinced her ex could count into double figures. I might have been right, but she was cunning enough to get round this handicap, "Why fix a number Buffy? Just spank her until you’re tired."
B grinned, "Sure."
"But don’t tire yourself too much, honey," interrupted Joyce. She gave me a wicked smile, "You’ve still got Faith after Dawn."
"I haven’t forgot," said B and brought down the cane on Will’s butt. The wiccan screamed in pain as the cane thrashed over her bare buttocks leaving a harsh red stripe emblazoned on her pale skin. Again the Slayer sliced down, razoring another weal on Will’s ass. Again and again, creating a cross-work pattern of lines, the skin burning red against the whiteness of my friend’s ass and raised like little walls across what had once looked flawless hills. Willow screamed and cried uselessly as B worked out months of frustration, of being anally pumped by Will and made to lick the redhead’s pussy on demand. I felt myself shivering, if that was what she was giving Will, what was she going to give the sister who betrayed her? what was she going to give me, the leader of our little harem? I watched the cane swish down so hard that Will’s body seemed to bounce on it’s impact.
I didn’t count how many strokes of the cane B gave, but it was plenty. Enough for the Slayer to have worked up a sweat, and I knew how hard that could be, and for Willow’s shrieks to change from a series of shrill sharp yells to a continuous wail of sobs. I’m not even sure B meant to stop and it wasn’t only cos the cane was starting to splinter and look definitely limp. B stepped back and threw the broken cane away. She looked at her handiwork, with Butt-fuck, Harm and Glory simpering admiringly. Me and Dawnie looked on, less keen. Our friend’s ass was just a sea of bruises and welts, red and black and blue, so beaten that there didn’t seem to be a inch of flesh unbattered. We knew we were going to get it worse. Dawnie shaking so hard the metal ring she was tied to rattled and I felt my heart speed and my stomach zoom down to my ankles in fear.
"How’s that?" asked B proudly.
Glory kissed her on the nose, "Perfect my sexy Slayer." I fought the urge to gag.
"Dawn next," said Butt-fuck, smiling at her shaking daughter.
"Yep," giggled B as she disengaged herself from Glory and walked over to the cupboard for a replacement cane. As she was doing so Harmony and Glory undid Will from the frame and led the limping redhead over to the wall. They tied her arms above her head and looped them to some rings, making her stand face to the wall. It meant I didn’t have to see her tearstained face, but looking at her battered butt and knowing that was going to happen to me wasn’t that much of an improvement.
"Please Buffy, don’t do this?" whined Dawn as B led her over and tied her to the frame, "I’m your little sister."
"You should have remembered that before you allied with Faith and stuffed a baseball up my butt," said B as she lashed her sister into position. Talk about bearing a grudge, the baseball thing was months ago. She turned to Glory, "How many lover?"
"I think setting a number gives Dawn a target to aim at, some hope for the future," replied Glory, "We want to get that out of her quickly. Give her as many as you like."
"AAAarrrrrggghhh," Dawnie’s scream sliced through me like nails down a blackboard, a cry so loud and sharp it drowned out the crack of the cane. Down B came again, making Dawnie shriek sharply, her body trying desperately to either get up off the frame or push itself down away from the swinging stick. In neither case did she have a chance, the ropes kept her from escaping and the frame itself stopped her burrowing out of B’s way. B brought it down twice more and then a third time, slashing across Dawnie’s buttocks and making them burn.
"Put some Slayer strength into it, Buffy," smiled Joyce.
B nodded, "Sorry Mom. I’ll try harder." The cane almost broke with the next blow and Dawnie’s scream was so loud I felt my eardrums vibrate. The cane swished down, hard and brutal, slapping onto Dawnie’s bare bottom and making the frame rattle with its force. I could see the sweat dripping down B as she spanked her sister’s bottom, the blonde’s muscles straining on her slender arms as again and again she thrashed Dawnie’s tender butt with all her might. Seeing my little sis screaming and crying I was misting as well, hoping it would end and B would take me instead. I would have shouted out the offer of my ass for a whipping if only this fucking gag wasn’t choking me. Instead I watched Dawnie’s butt turn from a pale pink to a bruised and battered red and brown, the lovely, baby like skin mottled and disfigured by lines criss-crossing it like a mad railwayman’s dream.
The cane swished down and this time it snapped, part of it whizzing in the air, twirling like a majorettes baton. B brought down the remaining half of Dawnie’s butt a few more times, but the shortened stick didn’t have the whip of its longer predecessor. B tossed it to one side and turned to me grinning, "Next," she called.
Glory untied me as B came over. The blonde Slayer put her hand on my gag, but paused before she pulled it out. Her mouth moved nearer to my ear and whispered, "Be a good girl, Faith, or else… bye bye Dawnie."
I scowled, but she had me. She paused, waiting for me to agree. I gave the most abrupt nod I could manage and B grinned, "That a girl, Faith," she grinned and popped out my ball-gag.
It felt good to be able to talk again. Trouble was I had nothing to say. B led me over to the frame and I lay over it. The top bar was rounded, so whilst I wouldn’t say it was comfortable at least it didn’t dig. I didn’t resist as Butt-fuck and Harm tied by wrists to the sidebar, the rope bit tight enough that I guessed I’d have marks when they let me go. My head faced downwards, with some effort I could force it up far enough to look straight ahead – but as that meant I was staring at Will and Dawnie, roped to the wall with their battered asses on display the floor was a better view. My feet wiggled inches above the floor, not even near enough that I could brush with my toes and making me feel even more powerless, which I guessed was the idea. I could hear B behind me, the cane swishing through the air as she tested its aerodynamics.
"So how many for Faith?" she asked conversationally.
"Faith’s going to be hard to break," Glory laughed.
"That’s not an answer," giggled Harmony, which was true but without giving an one herself kinda hypocritical.
It was Butt-fuck who had the solution, "Buffy we’ve got two more canes, why not just use them up and we can buy some more from Anya."
If the ex-vengeance demon had been here I knew her well enough to know she’d have made a mental ker-ching.
I waited for B. After all the spanking I’d given B and the rest of our harem you’d have thought I’d have been prepared for what was coming, but I was as ready as Snow White on her wedding bedding, so innocent it was almost comical. I mean I guess I’d always known that if you’re spanking someone’s ass you can’t see it, but I’d never experienced it and fuck, the waiting… the waiting and not knowing, that wasn’t fun. I felt my muscles bunch up, tensing against my skin as my body ignored my attempts to tell it that it wasn’t going to hurt. And then B’s cane’s slashed across my butt and my body sent a message to my brain that brain was a fuckin’ liar, cos it was agony. For a second my mouth and face fought, making me look like a convulsing idiot as I tried to keep the shriek of pain inside me and put on an expression of devil may care. I just about managed to keep quiet and then B came down with the second thrash. All these times I’d spanked her and she’d learnt her lessons well; it was almost artful, laying across the previous weal to add to the throbbing agony. My fists clenched and my mouth twisted.
"You can make some noise if you want Faith," sad B with mock reasonableness.
"I’m good, B," I replied, through gritted teeth, "Five by five."
Swish, crack, swish, crack. The cane hurtled down thrashing across my butt-cheeks. As a Slayer I was used to pain, but the strength behind the blows was butt-burning, B putting her all into punishing my ass. I gripped my fists tighter and tried to ignore the pain, thinking of the revenge I was gonna inflict once I got free. But the thoughts of B’s asshole bouncing up and down both my fists kept getting interrupted my the stinging agony of the wooden cane on my butt. Fuck, it hurt and I was just glad Dawnie and Will’s backs were turned so they couldn’t see my face contort and wince with every blow. And my eyes were clouding, some fuckin’ weird type of allergy – place was too dusty.
"Let it out Faith," said Butt-fuck, "I always found screaming deadens the pain."
I gritted my teeth and remained silent. The cane was laid brutally across my ass, again and again. I couldn’t see them, but I new they were red, looking like a zebra who’d taken part in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. And they fucking felt like it too. The agony was burning, every new blow magnifying the pain so that it got worse and worse and I felt like I was in some Hell where burning pokers and ass cheeks were common bed mates. And my allergy was getting worse, water leaking from eyes despite me blinking like an owl to try and clear it.
SNAP! I felt a surge of relief as the cane shattered. B gave a disappointed sigh, "Now look what you’ve done Faith."
"Ass like iron B," I tried to sound cocky, but there was a lump in my throat that made me sound like I was choking, "Bring it on."
It was fine words when B didn’t have a cane, but seconds later I was regretting my bravado as she returned to thrashing me with hew brand new stick. If anything it was worse than before, the cane driving down on painful bruises and welts like it was designed too. My teeth ground together as I remained determined not to scream and the blows got harder and more painful as B aimed to persuade me to shriek like I was the blonde bitch in a horror movie. The water was coursing down my cheeks and I couldn’t pretend to myself it was an allergy any more, the pain was too sharp, too intense. I gripped my hands tighter, forcing’ my nails into my palms in some hope that the pain in my hand would deaden the worse pain in my ass. I hoped wrong.
Crack, crack, crack; it was like the Gunfight at the OK Corral on my ass, crack, crack, crack. And beyond B’s grunts of exertion I could hear the titters and murmurs of Butt-fuck and Harm and Glory, as they watched and gossiped and wondered whether I’d break and fuckin’ scream. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t give no-one any satisfaction. The cane thrashed down harder, so painfully deep that it felt like the flesh was being driven down to the bone. I squeezed my palms so hard that my nails drew blood, fuckin’ ironic – I made myself bleed, but B for all her thrashing wasn’t. Harder and harder she whacked, but all done so artfully and skilfully that the skin bruised and buckled and grazed, but didn’t break. I ground my teeth together, fuck, I wouldn’t scream, fuck, I wouldn’t scream.
Then it was over. B brought down the cane and I could feel it snap. I opened my mouth and sighed in relief, my body relaxing.
"Impressive Faith, impressive," whistled B, "but you know you’re going to break, you want to be a submissive slut. Make it easy on yourself and beg to lick my pussy."
"Fuck you, B and the horse you rode in on," I croaked.
"That’s the idea," laughed B.
"Apart from the horse," said Butt-fuck dryly.
I didn’t resist as B untied me from the frame and led me to the wall, Dawnie was still at risk and I wouldn’t anything to endanger her. Plus my ass hurt so bad that it’d only take B to give it a medium slap with her hand and I’d be writhing on the floor like she’d joined me to the electricity mains. I let her tie me up, so that I was facing the wall. I turned my head to Will and Dawn, their faces were tear stained. Mine was a bit puffy as well.
"Okay sluts," said Glory, "You want some lunch."
"Yes," sniffed Will and Dawnie. I was hungry, but I wasn’t gonna to say anything, not only cos I was worried it might come out as a sob.
"Lesson one is you will call me Mistress Glory, if you have to speak to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress Glory," chorused Will and Dawnie.
"Faith?" asked Glory.
I kept quiet and waited for the blow. It didn’t come. Instead Glory moved closer to me, "Faith, I’m not going to force you. The time will come when you call me Mistress and you’ll blush at how stubborn you were." She stepped back and said more loudly, "And just so you understand it’s also Mistress Buffy and Mistress Joyce and Mistress Harmony. Do you still understand?"
"Yes Mistress Glory," Will and Dawnie said in unison.
"Good, now whilst we’re waiting for Mistress Joyce to bring down your lunch, let’s get you all turned." Seconds later Glory and B had pulled us up spun us round so that we dangling a couple of inches above the floor and resting our asses on the wall; all I can say is given the shape our butts were in I was glad it wasn’t brick. It was kinda good also not to have a view of either the wallpaper or my girls beaten buttocks, it was less good that Harm was holding a piercing gun in her hand and pretending to be Christine Cagney shooting at imaginary bank robbers. B gave her a grin and Glory went over to kiss her forehead and also take away the piercer before Harm did someone an injury.
"Pleasure eggs, Harmony?" asked Glory. That didn’t sound too bad, I thought. Harm ran over to the cupboard the can had been kept in and came back with three small ovals about half the size of a normal egg. They were buzzin’, moving around in her palm like they were chasing each other. Glory looked down at them, like she was a naturalist examining a rare breed of butterfly. After a second she straightened up, "Put them in their pussies."
As punishments went having a vibrating sex toy in my twat was hardly up with death row. I waited, not that I could anything else, for the catch – whether Harm was going to fist them so hard it’d hurt or they’d suddenly hatch and a little dragon would jump out with a bad case of fire-cough. Harm knelt before me and spread open my cunt. She slid one of the eggs in, so carefully it was almost tender, sliding it up so that it was just short of my clit, vibrating the flesh round it and threatening to stimulate the clit itself. Suddenly I understood the plan, "Fuck," I moaned, "You bitches… Once I free I’m gonna… gonna…" There was no threat I could manage that would come anywhere near what I would do if I was free. The eggs might pleasure me, but Harm had placed them so fuckin' carefully, her regular lickin of my cunt having given her a certain knowledge of my sweet spots, that it’d be the fuckin’ end of the world before I came. It might not be the Chair, but it was a sentence of being continually on edge and never gettin’ no relief. Harm gave a smile and moved over to Dawnie
I tried to twist my legs to work the egg further in, but as I started to do so Glory came beside me with the piercing gun. She gave me a stern look, like she was some school ma’am and I was the delinquent caught stealing apples from teacher’s desk, "Stop wiggling Faith," she said one hand working my pussy to puff out my labia lips. I gave a series of jerks as she shot the piercing gun through the flesh. Pin pots of blood appeared where the needle shot in and Glory turned to B, "You want to lock her up?"
"Yes," said the smiling B. In her hands she had a couple of metal pins with tiny bolts at the end. She unscrewed the bolts and slid the metal pins through my labia, imprisoning my cunt beneath the thin metal, before screwing the bolts back on. The gap between them was enough to pee through, not enough for anything else. She looked up at me, "Don’t worry Faith, we’ll change them when they get dirty; we don’t want you going down with a pussy infection before you’re trained."
"You’ll be changing them a long time, B," I shot defiantly back.
B just shrugged and reaching into her jogging shorts pockets and bringing out a handful of small padlocks. I grimaced as she started to apply them to thin metal rods, hooking them together in pairs. She stepped back once complete, "A chastity belt for the modern slut, Faith. Just so you remember your pussy is ours. Now Dawnie, you’re next."
Dawnie, then Willow, squealed as Glory pierced them and B followed up with the same treatment as she’d given me. The two of them and Harm were just standing back and admiring their handiwork when Butt-fuck came in. I’d not been expecting much for eats, but had been expecting it to be in a plate, not a dog dish – though as a dom I had to admit to being impressed that the three dishes had our names on them. Butt-fuck put the dishes down on the floor, "Who’s hungry?" she smiled.
I looked at Dawnie and Willow, I was starving myself, but tuckin’ into a dog’s dinner was way too humiliating for us to jump with enthusiasm. The others thought so too as they pulled faces and looked away. Butt-fuck gave a sigh of disappointment, "Well it looks like you’ll have to go hungry until tomorrow then and we’ll see if that changes your mind."
"I am. I’m hungry Mistress Joyce," said Willow in a small voice, the thought of another whole day chained up and without food breaking her resolve.
"Me too, Mommy… Mistress Mommy?… Mistress Joyce," said Dawnie, testing the boundaries of what was acceptable to call Butt-fuck and finding that there wasn’t a split of difference between what Glory had said earlier and what Butt-fuck wanted to be called now.
I refused to kowtow for food; instead I watched, ignoring the gnawing feeling in my stomach as Will and Dawnie were unchained. They walked over to the bowls on the floor, their asses still so bruised that to sit down was probably impossible. For a few seconds the two of them looked at the bowls and then at Butt-fuck. The Milf smiled, "They’re dog bowls bitches… you know how dogs eat?"
"Yes Mistress Joyce," said Willow. She got down on her hands and knees and started to eat at the food within using just her mouth. Dawnie paused and then got down beside her and started to thrust her face into the bowl. With relief I saw that at least the food was spaghetti rather than a dog meat and biscuits. But the smell was making me even hungrier. I tried to think about something, anything, else. ‘cept with my stomach rumbling like thunder and my pussy buzzing like a bee, all I could think about was food and fucking. On the floor in front of me they combined as Dawnie and Will’s asses wiggled as they slurped and chomped at their food, with manners that would have made a etiquette coach faint. Their faces were covered in meat sauces, dripping from their mouth and lips like a meat feast cum blast. They chased the last of the food round the bowl, before looking up at the Mom and her friends. "We’ve finished Mistress Joyce," said Willow.
It was B who answered, "Okay, up you get and over to the frame."
Dawnie and Will exchanged worried looks, but did as they were told. Harmony and Glory moved behind them and bent them over the metal, so they were balanced over it, with their hands and feet hovering in the air. Glory said, "How are the pleasure eggs?"
"Good Mistress Glory. Cool Mistress Glory," they both said and Glory smiled as if they’d said her dress made her dazzle.
"Do you want to please your Mistresses?" asked Glory.
I could see them looking at each other and I preyed they had the sense to say ‘yes’. I mean I’m a hard-assed bitch, but I’m a Slayer, I could take it. They couldn’t – not innocent Will or sweet Dawnie, they needed to submit and wait for me to sort things out. I held my breath, their answers seemed to be a long time coming. I let out a gasp of air as they nodded and said, "Yes Mistress Glory."
"Are you an anal virgin Dawn?"
"No Mistress Glory."
"Are you an anal virgin Willow?"
"Yes Mistress Glory… I mean I’ve done slut… er Mistresses…er, um, er, er, ladies up the ass, but I’m untouched," Willow said. I could see her skin reddening and it wasn’t only the after effect of the spanking.
Glory nodded like some mystical all-knowing Shaman who’d got the answer she was expecting, though I was bettin’ it was B who’d told her rather than some all-seeing eye. "Well we better prepare you then," she said.
B and Butt-fuck went to the sex-toy cupboard and after a few moments rummage came out with a couple of massive butt-plugs. It was lucky that neither Will or Dawnie could see what was coming cos the plugs were going to stretch them. I closed my eyes and waited for the shrieks. Seconds later they came, in unison, a mixture of agony and surprise, with just a hint of pleasure. I opened and looked to see a thrashing Will and Dawnie being held in place by their new Mistress Glory and Harmony as the B and Butt-fuck pushed the toys into their tiny butt-holes. My sis and bestie struggled against the anal penetration, but, sensibly, not enough to stop the toys being shoved in. They both relaxed, or at least tensed less, as the toys finished their entrance and hilts bounced against their butts.
"Stand up," ordered Glory as she let go off Dawnie.
The teen and the redhead gingerly stood, circled by Glory and co. The Hell-Goddess smiled, "Was that sore?"
Dawnie and Will looked at each other, wondering whether it was a trick question. After a few moments Dawnie decided that the best option was the truth, "Yes, Mistress Glory." But being the clever little teen she is she hedged her bets, "but its kinda cool as well and the eggs are making me fuzzy as well, so I don’t mind."
"And my little anal virgin?" asked Glory.
"It is a bit, Mistress Glory. And every time I move it hurts a bit as well. But it’s kinda tickling my butt as well… in a nice way."
"Good, you’ll thank us later. I mean literally thank us as well or else it’ll be a thrashing," smiled Glory.
"Thank you Mistress Glory," they both quickly said in unison in case ‘later’ meant ‘straight away’.
"Now, let’s get you both tied back up," smiled Glory, with a glint in her eye.
Harm spoke, "I need to pee, first."
"So do I, Glory," grinned B.
"Joyce?" asked Glory.
Butt-fuck shrugged, "I could go."
Glory turned back to look at my adopted little sis and best friend. They lowered their heads so they wouldn’t be looking at her, just to make sure she didn’t think they were trying to outstare her. She continued to gaze at them for a half a minute, a slow smile spreading her face. I knew what degradation she was planning, I was guessing Dawnie and Will did too, as they were shivering and it wasn’t the cold. "Squat down," ordered Glory, "And tilt your heads back."
There was a very brief pause from Dawnie, hardly worth mentioning, but too long for B who’s hand slapped Dawnie’s ass, "Do as you’re told…" she snapped.
"Yes Mistress Buffy," said Dawnie quickly assuming the position beside Will. The teens sat on their haunches as Harm hoisted up her dress; she wasn’t wearing panties which was hardly a big surprise. She moved over to beside Dawnie and Will and started to pee. The amber liquid splashed out over Will. The redhead choked as the acidic piss entered her mouth. I could see for a moment, she tried to not swallow, but quickly it began to overflow and drip down her face.
"Drink it down," said Butt-fuck tartly. I saw Will’s throat muscles move as she started to swill it down. Not all of the pee was going in her mouth, much was splattering round her lips and nose, dripping down to soak the rest of her body.
Beside her B had pulled down her shorts and was pissing standing beside her sister, directing the warm wet stream into Dawnie’s mouth. Dawnie had the sense to start to swallow straight away, though I could see her eyes were screwed hard shut and her expression was a picture of disgust as the urine went down her throat. Like with Will there was too much to drink and the excess covered her face and ran down her naked body, like yellow rivulets of sweat. Buffy finished gushing her piss onto Dawnie, "Lick it clean" she ordered and Dawnie’s head’s moved forward to clean her sister’s cunt.
Beside her Willow was just finishing with cleaning Harm’s. Butt-fuck had stripped off her corset and was waiting. As soon as Harm moved away the Milf replaced her and started to piss over the redhead. This time Will started to swallow straight off, lesson learnt. I watched as B was replaced by Glory, the Hell-Goddess’s skirt was up as she stood over my beloved little sister and started to piss all over Dawnie’s sweet teen face. The liquid dripped down, a pool forming round her and Will’s legs, which Glory side-stepped as she finished her amber rain. She walked a few feet back, still holding her dress up, making sure she was clear of the pool, "Come clean my pussy," she demanded of Dawnie and the teen hastened to obey.
"Willow, you should start on cleaning the floor," said Butt-fuck as she finished having the last drips of pee licked from her pussy, "with your tongue."
"Yes, Mistress Joyce," said Willow. She looked reluctant, but still did as she was told getting on her hands and knees and cleaning the floor. Her naked body wobbled as Harm’s hand reached out and slapped the redhead’s still reddened cheeks.
"Join her," ordered Glory to Dawn. My little sis gave a pained look at me, but there was nothing I could do and the brief pause was enough of an excuse for Glory to slap her ass, "I won’t say it twice."
I watched as the two of them cleaned the floor with their tongues, slurping up the puddles of piss like they were puppies out in a rainstorm. B walked over to me, "Smart thinking by Dawnie and Willow, y’ think?"
I ignored her. B shrugged, "Take it from me you’ll start to enjoy it. I did. If I hadn’t met Glory I might still be your little fucktoy. There’s a lesson there Faith, you and Dawnie and Will were so busy fucking around you didn’t realise we were leaving you, not till we were gone. I won’t make the same mistake." Her hand moved to my forehead and she pushed my fringe away in a move that was almost tender. "It couldn’t have played out any other way though, could it? There can only be one Slayer and I guess that’s gonna be me, with you as my… our fuckhole on legs."
"Go fuck yourself, B," I said.
"You’ve already said that," she grinned, "I’d have thought you’d have managed more original quips."
"You were the joker, not me."
"You’ll break, and then you’ll love me again. I know you Faith, you need family and we’re the only family you’ve got," she said sweetly. Then her tone turned all business again, "Now lets get you tied up." She twisted me round so I was facing the wall. It suited me, I didn’t want to see Dawnie and Will continuing to tongue the floor. For a few moments I just dangled there as I heard B’s footsteps heading for the cupboard. She didn’t take long to find whatever she was looking for and return, "Open wide."
The ball gag was stuffed into my mouth. This time the gag had a leather strap, which fitted round the back of my head. B pull it tight as she buckled it, dragging the gag harder into my mouth so it almost split my cheeks. I forced myself to not struggle and to relax, knowing she had the hand for the moment. She hadn’t finished, more leather straps were wrapped round me, trussing me I was a fuckin’ chicken, wrapped round my titties and down my back like reins so I was a pony. And then came the blinders, two leather pads fitted over my head so I could only see in front, not to either side. I could hear though and from the moans and sniffles and the sound of leather on flesh I knew Dawnie and Will were getting the same treatment, tying us up like little pigs in a butcher’s store. The only good thing was that at least B lowered me enough so that my feet were on the ground and my shoulders remained in socket.
Eventually they were finished. I could hear B and Harm giggling at some shared joke, as they and Butt-fuck and Glory headed to the door. The lights went out, "Night girls," called Glory, "See you tomorrow."
The door closed behind them.
*
I didn’t get a touch of sleep, my ass was still throbbing every time I moved, my jaw ached from the oversized ball in my mouth and whilst I wasn’t dangling like before, my arms were still over my head and cramping like the worse period pains I’d ever had. Plus every time I got near to a doze the pleasure egg would seem to up it vibrating enough to move me to an edge, but not take me over; it wasn’t natural – a twisted sex-toy that read my mind and seemed determined to leave me always wanting more. But it wasn’t the egg or the straps and gag which were the worst; it wasn’t even the hunger, the gnawing feeling in my stomach that wouldn’t go away. No - the worst thing was that I’d fucked up and got Dawnie and Will into this position. They weren’t like me, a Slayer, they were sweet and innocent and hadn’t been brought up on hard-assed thrashings and beatings if I didn’t keep my room clean or if I interrupted my bitch-Mom as she sucked some low-life she’d met that night. I promised myself I wouldn’t break, I’d keep going until I could get a way-out and rescue them.
The door opened and I could hear tittering and then Anya’s voice, "I’ll just swap the stones; yesterday’s will be a must-have for pain sluts."
"And today’s isn’t go to be a slow-seller either," said B, loud enough that it was obvious the intention was for me to hear.
The footsteps came behind me and then I heard Butt-fuck say, "It looks like the girls have peed themselves."
"Eewwh," went Harm. I couldn’t blame her, the yucky damp feeling down my legs and pool round my feet was uber-gross. But I hadn’t pissed for a day and a half and my bladder was so painful it felt like I was being continually knifed. If anything could have drowned out the pleasure of the egg it was that. I’d have held it if I hadn’t heard the tinkle of pee on tiles from Dawnie and seconds later from Will as she too let go. It had been too much for me; even as my brain tried to scream ‘halt’ to my bladder, it revolted and I’d felt the pee gush down my legs and feet. It had felt disgusting, it had also felt so wonderfully relieving if I hadn’t my gag in I’d have whooped like a Indian on a scalping party.
"Dawn and Willow can clean it up before breakfast," said Glory. Breakfast! I was so hungry I could have… well I could have licked up the pee myself for a bite of a waffle and a bowl of cereal. It was kinda worrying that Glory had only mentioned it to Dawnie and Will, was I being left to starve? I struggled a bit in my lashes to remind the Hell-Goddess I was still here. Everyone ignored me as they undid Will and Dawnie. Behind me I could here the gasps as the gags were taken out and their jaws were allowed to close. Not that they could remain closed for long as Glory asked, "So girls how are those asses?"
"Stretched and ready to cum, Mistress Glory," said Dawnie.
Willow quickly gave her agreement, "All night every time I move I’ve been so close. And with Mistresses’ egg in my pussy as well, I need to cum, please Mistress Glory."
"We shall see," said Glory sternly, "Now, you pair of sluts and Faith have made a mess. Lick it up."
I couldn’t see them, but I could here and sense Dawnie and Will as they got down on their hands and knees licking up their puddles. After a few minutes Harmony said, "Don’t forget Faith. Make sure she is clean." Immediately Dawnie and Will were beside me lapping up the piss I was standing in and cleaning my feet. Their tongues moved up and down my inner thigh licking away the pee streaks that were staining my thigh, lapping it until as clean as a countertop in a kitchen cleaner advert. Then they started on my pussy. The iron prongs meant they couldn’t get properly in, but that made it worse. They licked and cleaned at the outside, pushing the little bars against me and teasing the labia like they were schoolyard bullies, and each touch kept me just on the edge of an orgasm; always the bridesmaid and never the bride.
"Okay, that’s enough girls," said B, "Faith’s cunt must be sparkingly clean. Now come and eat your breakfast."
"Yes Mistress Buffy," said Will and Dawnie, shooting over like a couple of sprinters. I could hear the sound of bowls scraping on the floor and bad ‘table’ manners as the two of them gorged on brekkie. I tried to force down any jealousy, reminding myself I was the Slayer and if I couldn’t handle a little bit of famine how could I expect to handle fighting a couple of vamps who were hungry for me. It didn’t help and I began to fantasise about the vamps I fought being so fuckin’ starved that they’d just raided the local hot-dog stand before I found them and after dusting I could stuff my face with their stolen snacks.
I continued to think about having chewy, yummy meat in my mouth until I was salivating so hard that if it hadn’t been for the ball-gag I’d have been dribbling. I was brought back to the present by Glory speaking, "Good girls, you’ve eaten up all your breakfast. Now, as you’ve been obedient it’s only going to be Faith we spank."
As soon as the word spank was out I felt a blow of a cane across my ass. I’d been thinking so much of food I hadn’t even heard anyone come up behind me. The thrashing sting hurt, but not as bad as yesterday, I couldn’t tell who was doing it but either B had gone soft or it was Butt-fuck or Harm. The cane came down across my butt and behind me I could here Harm saying, "Two," confirming that it was her and also she could count. The cane came down again, "Three," a pause, "four, five," and it thrashed across by buttocks twice in quick succession. My eyes scrunched together as my brain battled with the hunger in my stomach, the pleasure in my pussy, the ache in my shoulders and the pain in my ass. It just gave up and my whole body became a cacophony of competing sensations as Harm continued to thrash hard.
"Ten, eleven, twelve," the cane snapped across my ass. Then it stopped. I couldn’t sigh in relief, but I felt myself relax for a moment. Then the cane thrashed onto my butt again, and this time it was Butt-fuck’s voice I could hear, "Thirteen, fourteen."
Swish, crack, swish, crack. The cane was laid across my ass skilfully, Butt-fuck had obviously learnt from her frequent spankings. She varied the speed, the angle, the strength so that I never knew whether each blow was gonna be a tender stroke or a stinging needle of pain. And sometimes she paused between strikes, making me wait in shivering anticipation, and sometimes the blow was immediate, the agony of one merging immediately with the next, "twenty three, twenty four. You want another go Harmony?"
"Yes. Twenty five," the cane bit deep into my ass as Harm continued the counting, "Twenty-six."
I felt myself quivering as I was lashed hard, trying to push myself away from the blows. It might not have hurt as much as yesterday, but it still hurt plenty much and it was lucky I was facing the wall so no-one could see my clouded eyes and the way my face twisted with every thrash on my bare bottom. "Thirty one…" there was a long pause, "thirty two…" the cane cracked against my skin, hurting like a flaming iron had been thrust into my fleshy cheeks. I twisted on the ropes, waiting for the next blow.
"Faith," said Glory, "Is that enough caning for this morning?"
It was a trick I was sure; there was no way they were going to stop just because I was in pain. But all the same I nodded, what else could I do?
The spanking stopped and Butt-fuck and Harm moved away, I could hear their footsteps moving into the middle of the room. I waited for them to be replaced by Glory and/or B, but the Slayer and the Goddess remained where they were. Perhaps it wasn’t a trick? Perhaps they were finished with me? Bored? Or did they think they’d broken me with the nod? I waited and waited as I heard them giggling and talking, too quietly and too far across the room for me to make out anything distinct. I could hear movement on the bed, a small squeak as the four-poster moved. Then silence again.
"Time to face the front, Faith," called Glory. Her footsteps came over to me and her hands twisted me again so I was facing the front. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to or not. It was good to see Will and Dawnie’s butt plugs had been pulled out, it was less good that they were face down, next to each other, on the four poster. Crouched over Dawnie was B and Harm over Will. Both were stroking the large strap-ons they were wearing. Butt-fuck stood beside the bed, also wearing a strap-on and as Glory walked back towards it I could see she was similarly equipped. Even as I watched B and Harm moved down, the toys in their hands as they fed them into their target asses. Dawnie and Will shrieked as they were invaded, rocking back and forth to try and accommodate the huge dongs in their bottoms. Dawnie at least had some experience of what to do, Will was doing it for the first time. She squealed and gripped at the bedding, "It’s hurts, Mistress Harmony."
"You want me to stop?"
"No, Mistress. My ass is yours," squeaked Will, quickly adding, "It hurts less if you thrust deeper." As she immediately bit down on the bedding I wasn’t sure that was true, but hell, it wasn’t like Harmony was going to care what her bitch felt; after all Willow never had.
B and Harm thrust down hard, pounding the two butts in front of them. Glory and Butt-fuck clapped and shouted encouragement like their girls were running a race with my girls as the finish line. Faster and faster B and Harm pounded down, making Dawnie and Will squeal. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t see the tables being turned and my Dawnie and my Will be anally taken by those who had been our sluts. I could still hear though, the sound of the bed creaking like an old Man Of War in a storm, the thud of thigh onto butt and the squeak of rubber into ass. And most of all the cries and squeals… shrieks of pain mixed with embarrassed pleasure, grunts of exertion, calls of encouragement; all mixed together until it was impossible to say which noise was who.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhh… fuuucccckkkk…pleeeaaaseee…faaaaastter… fuuuuuccckkk…meeeee… Go on... Aaaarrrrrghhhh…oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… Aaaaaaargggghhh… I’m cuuuummmmiiingggg!"
I opened my eyes. B and Harm was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing themselves down with a couple of small towels, their bodies glowing with the sweat of exercise. Their places had been taken by Butt-fuck and Glory; Butt-fuck living up to the nickname I’d given her as she brutally pounded her daughter. I watched for a few more seconds, horrified and appalled and wishing it was me as the egg buzzed in my pussy. Then I closed my eyes and let the sounds overwhelm me.
"Fuck me harder, Mistress. Fuck my ass raw" "Go Mom pound her into mincemeat, she’s our slut now." "Take it you little whore, you’re just a fuckhole." "I am yours Mistress, please don’t stop, please allow me to cum." "Fuck her ass, that’s it pound it open." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so cute when you’re face-down." "That’s it slut, take two." "You are such a whore." "Ram my ass Mistress, ram my pussy Mistress; I’m just a piece of meat to be used, please just go harder."
I opened my eyes again. Dawnie was sandwiched between Butt-fuck and B, Will shared by Glory and Harm. The four of them were fucking hard at the redhead and brunette, pounding front and back holes like they’d never been pounded before. Sweat soaked from the two piggies in the middle, their skin red and flushed from the orgasms they were having and their expressions twisted as their faces fought to display pain, discomfort and orgasmic ecstasy. My own pussy was throbbing, threatening to overwhelm me, but never coming through on its promise. I closed my eyes again and just listened to the shrieks, "Aaaaaarrrrghhhh, uuurrrrgggghhhh, ooooooooohhhh, oooooohhh, aaaaaaaarrrgggggghhhh!"
I wasn’t sure how long it took, but gradually the grunts and squeals subsided as Dawnie and Will were orgasmed out and even B and Glory’s stamina began to flag. I waited until all was silent before opening my eyes. Will and Dawnie were on their knees sucking the strap-ons, moving from one to another in a circle, even as I watched Glory broke away, her strap-on shining and glistening with spit. She picked up the butt-plugs, "Okay girls, lean over the bed. Let’s put these back."
Dawnie and Will did so, without complaint and Glory slid the plugs up their asses. Compared to yesterday it was like putting a key into a well oiled lock, with hardly a moan or a groan as the toys went all the way in. Glory saw I was looking and smiled, "You want one Faith? You only have to ask." I glared at her and she laughed, "Nod if you do. I’ll take out your gag and you can ask politely." I deliberately shook my head. She laughed again, "There’s no hurry."
B said, "Dawn. Willow. Here." The two of them scurried to obey and Buffy slid her arm round their waists. She smiled, "As you’ve been such submissive sluts you can upstairs, we need a couple of footstools to replace the two we smacked on Faith’s head. What do you say?"
"Yes Mistress Buffy," chorused Dawnie and Will. The three of them headed to the exit followed by Butt-fuck and Harmony.
It only left Glory. She peeled off her strap-on and came over to me. Her naked body was still covered with a shiny sheen of sweat from her exertions earlier. She stopped in front of me and smiled, "Faith. You can end this now. Just submit and call me Mistress. I’ll even go gentle on you the first time I use your ass, lots of lube and a small toy going in slow."
I shook my head defiantly. Glory smiled and touched my nose with a finger, "I’m so glad you’re not breaking. Not after how you fucked over and bitch-slapped my Buffy, and Joyce and sweet Harmony. I want it to be slow and hard, I want you to really mean it when you call us Mistress." She took a step back, "See you tomorrow."
I watched as she walked out of my sight. Seconds later the light went out and the door closed. I was left alone with my thoughts and my pleasure egg and the intense hunger in my stomach.
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To be continued
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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane