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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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- 11-11
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I was so delirious it was hilarious. My lips were cracked and dry and my stomach was so empty it was hurting; at some point the pleasure egg that had been teasing my cunt had run out of juice and slowly my pussy had followed it, drying up like a desert in summer. But despite it all I could still laugh. In the darkness of the cellar I wouldn’t have been able to see the red leprechauns if they weren’t wearing glowing red costumes, like version’s of St Nick. Okay, it was a more a coughy gargle like a stone statue with tonsillitis not full-on haw-haws - but shit, the leprechauns were so funny I couldn’t help it; the way they tumbled and jumped over each other in a supernatural parody of the Keystone Cops.
I knew it wasn’t real though, there’s no way any even half-sozzled leprechauns would called themselves Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, never mind Jabba the Hutt – that just had to be some fucked-up crap my brain had decided to put in there. Anyway leprechauns didn’t fuckin’ exist – every baby Slayer knew that. And if they did they’d be fuckin’ green.
One of the leprechauns, Boba Fett I think, stopped his cavorting and stood in front of me. He bowed, "Top of the morning to ye, Faith."
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been down here. It seemed a long time and no length of time at all. It could have been seconds ago Glory had closed the door behind her, or it could have been a century. I mean I might even have died and this was my purgatory, stuck in a room with some wrong-coloured Irish pixies. The one thing I was sure about was that I’d been down here long enough and that we’d become such friends that it was only polite to reply, "Hiya Boba."
He dropped his pants and waggled his member at me. For such a small creature he had a massive wang, if it wasn’t a foot I was more brain-fucked than I thought. Normally I’d have been aroused and wondering how I could introduce my tight little cunt to that oversized dong, but all I could think was that it if they were all that big no wonder they kept falling over and tripping – it was like having a third leg.
Light blazed in like a laser in my eyes as the door opened. The leprechauns magically fucked off as I blinked, trying to focus on the shapes coming through the entrance. "Good morning Faith," said B.
"Or is it evening?" asked Butt-fuck.
"It’s morning," said Harm in a confused voice.
There was a sigh from Glory, though she must have realised by now that Harmony wasn’t the brightest star in the sky. The Hell-Goddess walked up to me, as I tried to focus, her outline seemed blurred like she was a ghost, but I could tell she wasn’t wearing much apart from a leather corset from which her titties struggled to escape, "How are you, Slayer?"
"Peachy," I managed to say, though my mouth ached and my vocal chords felt like I was swallowing shattered glass.
"You want a drink?" she asked. She held up a cracked mug, she wasn’t getting out her best china for me. It was a trick I was sure. But if I didn’t drink I’d die, and if I died that’d put a real kink in my plan to rescue Dawnie and Will and thrash B and Buttfuck’s asses ‘till they were raw; and then thrash them some more. I nodded, hoping I’d keep a bit more self-respect if I didn’t ask for it. I was getting used to the light and I could see her smile, it was both pretty and mean. "Say please…"
I paused. My throat felt like a cheese grater was being lodged in it as I spoke, "Please."
Glory stepped away, "What do you think Joyce?"
"She did say please," smiled the Mom, "but I’m not sure she meant it…"
I looked at her, begging internally for her to remember she was mine, not some fuck partner of the Hell-Goddess. She looked at me back, "What do you say Faith?"
"Please Butt-fu…" she was smiling and it wasn’t in a ‘you’re my number one Faith,’ type way. I paused, I was so thirsty and dry it was like I was the Nevada Desert in living colour, I could almost feel the sand blowing tumbleweed down my throat. I gave a small grimace, only words I told myself, "Please Mistress Joyce, can I have a drink."
"It’s better," said Joyce, "I’m not sure she means it though."
She doesn’t, I thought, but I didn’t say anything, just looking at the floor so she wouldn’t be able to see the anger creasing my face. Glory laughed, a tinkling sound, not like what a Hell-Goddess should sound like, "Of course she doesn’t, not yet. But she will." She took hold off my chin and jerked my head up so hard I could feel my muscles straining, "Still, let’s reward her for effort." She put the cup to my lips.
I drank greedily, like a whore with cock. The liquid was warm and bitterly salty, stinging my mouth as I gulped it. Glory pulled the cup away and stepped back. I licked my lips, feeling the cracks beneath my tongue. My voice was back and I needed to show I was Faith and I didn’t break easily "You got a problem with your pipes, Glorificus. Fuck, that tasted like piss."
"That’s because it was," grinned B, "Willow and Dawn donated it specially, peeing after we slammed there pussies."
I gagged a little. Glory grinned back, "You want some breakfast?"
"What is it? You gonna crap on my feet?" I asked.
Glory looked pained, though it was a look as false as a Senator’s tax return. "I was thinking cornflakes. It’ll be in a dog bowl."
I paused, the dog bowl was a nice touch which I’d have to remember when I got out, I’d sit her in the kitchen and spoon in the grossest and cheapest spag boll I could find and make the bitch eat it. But revenge was for later, and my stomach was telling me if I didn’t eat revenge wouldn’t be served cold or otherwise. Gritting my teeth I said, "Yes."
"Okay," said Glory, she whistled and seconds later Will scurried in wearing nothing but a leather collar and a couple of nipple clamps. She curtsied to Glory and the others, before putting the bowl on the floor, deliberately not looking at me. She stood up, curtsied again and hurried out like a little mouse on speed.
"She’s training up good isn’t she?" said Harm proudly and the others nodded like Will had just one first prize at a Spelling Bee comp.
"Let’s get these out before you eat," said B. She walked over to me and undid the little pins keeping my pussy closed and pulling out the pleasure egg. I never thought I’d be so fuckin’ glad to have a sex toy taken out of me that I ‘d give a sigh of contentment. B slapped me, "Did I tell you to make a sound?"
I scowled and remained silent. She slapped me again, harder this time and with enough force to make me flinch, "Answer me."
"No," I said sullenly.
"No, what…" she slapped me again and my cheek stung.
"No… go fuck yourself B…" I said.
She smiled, "I could or I could fuck Dawn or Will. I could ride them Slayer style until they split. You wanna watch?"
"No…" I said. I knew what she wanted me to say and I didn’t want to say it.
She smiled and ran a finger over my cheek, "I could fuck Will so hard her ass would explode like an over-ripe pumpkin and I will. I’ll do her first and then Dawn. Unless you got something to say…"
"No… I’m sorry I made a noise and I’m sorry if I cheeked you," it almost physically hurt.
"Good girl, Faith," said B. She walked over to the bowl and tipped it with her foot, so that it balanced on its side. A few of cornflakes dropped out onto the floor and B ground them with her heel. She let go off the bowl and it fell back with a clunk. She was smiling as she turned to me, and whatever B’s faults she always had an attractive grin, making her look like a perky cheerleader rather than a big-bad beating machine. "It looks kinda dry, Faith, looks like Willow forgot to put milk in it."
"It looks alright to me," I said. I wasn’t sure what punishment she’d planned for Will, but I wasn’t going to give the blonde bitch any favours by even admitting there was a problem.
Glory moved to the other side of me stroking my cheek with all the menace of Ernst Blofeld caressing his cat, "You don’t want it dry Faith. In the state your throat is it will be like eating razors." The worse thing was she was right – I wasn’t dying of thirst but even after downing the piss my throat was still cracked and painful; it might have managed something soft, like a banana, but there was no way it could deal with the sharp edged flakes.
But I’m as stubborn as a mule, if they wanted to hurt Will they were going to have to do it without me, "It’s good."
"It so is not," said B. She was beside me again, her tongue moving up my cheek and down to move over my dry lips, wetting them, "Don’t worry Faith, we’ll make up for Willow’s laxness, we’ll look after our tiny little Slayer." Given that she’s five foot nothin' and I’m at least a couple of inches taller that was the pot telling the kettle it ain’t white.
"I… I’m fine. Dry’s tasty, milk spoils the taste," I said. I noticed Harmony walking over to the bowl and I realised that it wasn’t milk they were planning to put on the flakes. The dumb blonde looked down and then pulled up her skirt as she crouched down. A trickle of liquid came from her pussy quickly expanding to a gush. Her face contorted in pleasure as she emptied herself of what seemed like pints of pee. I tried to force a grin, "Y’know I said I was good."
"You don’t want to eat?" asked B seductively, her tongue moved to my ear and she stood on tiptoes as she licked the lobe.
"Not now," I said. My throat hurt and my pussy was dry, but I could feel it begin to warm as B’s hand moved down and squeezed at the mons, her thumb pushing into my flesh.
"That’s a shame," said B, her voice was firm – the softness all out of it, no longer the maid, now again the mistress. She stepped back and tipped the bowl over, the cornflakes and pee going all over the floor. "We’ll be back… perhaps."
The four of them left, I heard a giggle of pleasure from Harm and a more throaty laugh from Glory as the door closed and the light went out.
It took a while, but the dancing leprechauns came out again, except now they were dressed like they were fuckin’ superheroes, whizzing through the air like Batman and jumping from wall to wall like Spidey. I smiled and watched them.
*
I’m not sure how long I was left hanging again. At some point the door opened and I could hear someone scurry in the dark, picking up the bowl and cleaning up the piss-drenched flakes, "Will? Dawnie?" I called, but the little mouse must have been told not to talk to me… or worse… would B pull out a tongue? Would she let Glory? "Dawnie? Tell me you’re fine. Come over and touch me. Show me you’re alright." The mouse-like cleaner didn’t even give a small squeak, but whisked out leaving me and the circus trained leprechauns on our own.
I was thirsty again. So fuckin’ thirsty I’d have drunk my own piss; fuck it I was so thirsty I’d have drunk B and Butt-fuck’s… Joyce’s… pee as well. I was hungry as well, it was like there was a little man in my stomach continually using the walls as a punch-bag, hammering and slamming his fists painfully into my insides. And I ached, I was a Slayer I could take pain, but it didn’t mean I had to love it and my shoulders were sore from the hanging and my back from the scrape of the wall. At times I’d slept, poorly and without pleasure, but even so I was tired and my mind was playing so many tricks on me I wasn’t sure whether the leprechauns re-enacting the Battle of Gettysburg were real or whether they were as a fake as a porn star’s tits.
I closed my eyes again, trying to forget the image of a leprechaun playing a drum as his compatriot walked beside him fluting a bad version of ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’. No sooner had they closed than I heard B’s voice, "Wakey, wakey sleepyhead." It was soft and loving, and I almost thought we were in bed, with her cuddled on one side and Dawnie on the other, with Will snuggled into us and Harm and Buttfuck as footrests. I was about to murmur something about getting down and waking me properly, when I twisted and felt the metal cuffs round my wrists. My eyes opened. B was standing next to me, licking a lollipop with her hair in pigtails. She grinned and looked down, I followed her gaze, down the cropped shirt, teeny skirt and the suspender covered legs; down to Dawnie on her hands and knees with B’s foot tapping on her back. The blonde grinned, "My sister was telling us you were asking if she was alright."
I nodded. My little adopted sis was naked with her bright red palm prints on her butt, but there were no cuts and the marks were just recent slaps not yellowing bruises, "I was," I admitted, "Is Willow? You haven’t hurt her?"
"Ask Dawn," instructed B.
"Dawnie. Are you okay? Is Willow?" I asked.
"Woof," said Dawnie. She paused and then repeated, "Woof."
B smiled at me, "She’s turning out to be a good little bitch. Very obedient… I wouldn’t say loyal, though. Loyal bitches don’t butt-fuck their older sisters do they, Dawnie?"
The teen shook her head firmly, "Woof, woof."
"That’s a no," explained B, "One woof is yes, two no." She took her foot off Dawnie and walked over to the bed a few feet away, "Do you want to lick my pussy, Dawn?"
"Woof," replied Dawn and waddled over on her hands and knees. She pushed up her real sister’s skirt and got her face between B’s open legs. I watched as she slurped and licked, ramming her tongue into the Slayer’s slot like she was as hungry as a hobo. B moaned and bucked, one hand resting lightly on Dawnie’s head, whilst with the other she slid the lollipop in and out of her mouth. All the time she continued to look at me, a sly smile on her face and eyes that said wickedness.
I was so thirsty that I could have done without what was left of my body’s liquid deciding to head to my cunt. My pussy wettened and warmed as I watched Dawnie thrust her tongue in and out of her sister’s hole. So many times I’d sat next to the teeny brunette on the couch or the bed or the trunk of the car whilst B had done what was being done to her. My slit got hotter and damper, I didn’t want it. I closed my eyes, but it didn’t help – I could hear the slurps and moans and in my imaginings B was writhing violently. I opened my eyes and saw she wasn’t sitting like a statue. She saw my expression and pushed Dawnie deeper, "Come on bitch. Stick your tongue in, lick me out like a fuck-slut. Kiss my clit, kiss it Dawn." The teen pushed herself harder and deeper. B smiled at me, almost ignoring her sister between her legs, "Remember your place, slut. I own you. Glory owns you. Harmony owns you. Mom owns you. You’re our bitch to do with as we will." She looked at me and winked, the words meant for me as much as for Dawnie, "Move harder fuck-face. Earn your keep…. Ooooh, oooohh, that’s good."
The blonde slayer bucked in pleasure, her body shaking as she came. Dawnie continued to lap feverishly at her sister’s twat until B pushed her back. The brunette’s face dripped with cum. B stood up and gave her sister a small slap across her ass, "Go see if you can give Mom a lickin’, she’s probably finished double-fucking Will."
"Woof," said Dawnie as she stood up and hurried out.
B walked over to me. She paused looking me up and down, "Hungry yet?"
"Y’know I am," I replied. It was no use pretending I wasn’t, and perhaps admitting it would stop B playing games.
It didn’t.
"You wanna eat?" her hand moved down to touch her pussy, "Or drink?"
"I’m not that hungry to be your bitch," my mouth opened before my brain got into gear.
"Hey, Faith, what do you take me for?" she smiled and touched my tummy lightly, running two fingers round my belly button, "It’s not just my bitch you’d be. You’d be Mom’s and Glory’s and Harmony’s." She laughed, "Tell you what, why don’t you just hang around and think about it."
She left and I was plunged into darkness.
*
I was too hungry to sleep, but closing my eyes was less energy-sapping than keeping them open and in the darkness it didn’t matter whether they open or not. The cavern in my tum seemed to be less and my lips didn’t chap as much, even my arms, held up over my head didn’t seem less achy. It wasn’t relaxing, I was still hungry, thirsty, sore and generally pissed off, but with my eyes closed I could almost pretend I was doing this as a bet and that B would come in soon give me a pussy lapping cos I’d won our wager. I don’t know how long I was there again, long enough that in my dreamy dreams B and Harm and Butt…Joyce came and admitted to their naughtiness and begged forgiveness and a nice hard strap-on up the ass.
The blast of freezing cold water hit me like a tidal wave of ice. I shrieked and opened my eyes. The lights were on again and B and Harm were squirting me from a pair of garden hoses, the water slapping against my body, drenching me. I tried to catch some in my mouth, but it was too powerful, even when they did direct it at my face all that happened was it bounced out of my mouth and my head was forced to one side to avoid the pressure blinding me. In between the blasts of the hoses I could see Will, wearing nothing but a dog collar, standing between Joyce and Glory, her eyes to the ground. At least she didn’t seem hurt. I tried to say something, but as I opened my mouth Harm saw my move and directed the hose straight at it. I gulped and tried again to take the water down.
"We thought you were getting a bit stinky," B lowered her hose and Harm followed her lead.
"Thanks," I said, " We wouldn’t want that would we?"
B smiled as she directed her hose at a dog’s bowl, "You thirsty?"
I paused, if I said ‘no’… well dehydration isn’t a good way to go. If I said ‘yes’… that was another square on the twisted game of chutes and ladders, I might zip up the board for a drink, but that bowl was right back down. I ran my tongue round my lips, they were cracking again and pained, "Yes."
"Let’s just tie up Willow, we don’t want her hanging around whilst you drink," grinned B.
Glory and Joyce led my redheaded friend over to the wall and attached manacles to her wrists and ropes round her titties. A quick pull and up she went, hoisted into the air and grimacing as her tits were pulled outwards, burning and turning blue. Harmony gave her a quick shot with the hose, giggling like a pixie on crack, "So how’s it hanging girlfriend?"
Willow didn’t mention that B had already made that pun. Instead she said, "Anyway you want Mistress. I’m yours to command"
"Okay, be quiet," grinned Harmony and made a zip movement across her mouth, "For the moment…" Her eyes went over to a whip lying coiled on the floor.
"Whether Will screams or not; that’s going to be up to your friend Faith," smiled Glory at Willow, before turning back to B, Harm and Joyce, "and speaking of Faith, let’s get her out of the chains."
If I’d been expecting to go all Chuck Norris the moment when I was let out of my chains my body decided to betray me like it was Benedict Arnold. My legs gave way and I’d have fallen flat on my face if Glory hadn’t caught me. For a second I remained gripping her and then she lowered me to the floor. B’s foot tapped at the water bowl, "Come drink Faith."
I tried to stand, but I couldn’t – my legs felt like jelly and every attempt was like a cripple trying to dance the fandango. I tried again and failed. B put her foot on the bowl and tipped it over just enough that a trickle of water spilled over the side and onto the floor, "If you’re not thirsty, we’ll have to pour it away."
"I just need a moment, get the circulation back in my legs; they’ve gone." I said through gritted teeth. She wanted me to beg for help, I was sure, wanted me to ask her to push the water bowl to me or to help me up to walk over it. I’d do it if she asked, I needed the drink.
But she wanted something else from me "You can crawl Faith. I’d say like a dog, but more like a worm or snake." She tipped a little more of the precious liquid out.
"I’d do what she says," said Joyce, "Willow’s butt is so cute if it’s not torn up."
I crawled forward, the roughness of the concrete scraping at my flesh like I was being brushed with wire. I got to the bowl and reached out. B put a foot on my wrist, hard enough to press it down, but not so hard it snapped, "No hands, you’re a bad worm remember."
"Yes, B, I know" I said and putting my face over the bowl I began to lap it up like I was a dog. I grinned at the cold water went down my throat, I’d got one over on B and the others, they’d told me I was a worm, I wasn’t, I was a good doggie. I grinned and lapped, pleased with my rebellion. If they thought they could break Faith, well they were wrong.
"You like the water?" asked B.
I didn’t, it was foul. But I would show her how she hadn’t broken me, that she couldn’t trust my word, that I wasn’t a snake. I looked up, "Woof," I lied.
"How endearing," smiled Joyce and ruffled my hair.
"Perhaps, we won’t have to whip Willow bloody," said Glory.
I wasn’t sure whether there was disappointment in her voice, but I shook my head – two barks for no, I remembered, "Woof, woof." I put my head down and drank at the water, lapping it up like I was B in my pussy.
The blonde grinned as I looked up, "You hungry? You want something to eat?"
I was sure it was a trick, but the way my stomach was rumbling I’d have risked a downhill bobsleigh race in a bikini for food. I nodded and woofed. B nodded and shouted, "Dawn, bring in Faith’s dinner."
I looked round as my teen adopted sis ran in. She was as naked as Will, with a collar round her neck and a butt-plug in her ass. In her hands was a dog’s bowl, ‘Faith’ stencilled on the front. She put it down, deliberately not looking at me, and curtsied at B, "There you are Mistress Buffy."
"Go over to the wall and Mom will hang you up," said the Slayer.
I could say that I jumped up to rescue her or at least said something. But the food in the bowl looked so good that all I could do was salivate over it; sausages and mash and gravy – I was so fucking starving I could have eaten a cat sandwich. I waited for them to say I could begin, knowing that if I tucked it without permission B would take it away quicker than a virgin loosing her cherry at the school prom. It was lucky I’d been so smart as Glory said, "You want to eat this?"
"Woof."
"Well you got to do something for us after."
"Woof," I barked and then cos I was feeling cocky, "Woof, woof, woof, woof." That’d confuse them, I thought.
Harmony said, "Faith’s a naughty…"
"She is," agreed Glory smiling at Harmony, then she turned to me and her face went all stern and Hell-Goddessy, "You eat the sausage and mash then you eat us. You slurp our pussies out."
I paused for a moment, "Woof." Once I’d eaten there was no way I was going to munch those muffs, I’d have strength back up and then we’d see what I could do.
B crouched down beside me and forced my head round, squeezing my cheeks into my teeth as she did so. Dawnie was tied to the wall, a gag in her mouth and a rope rubbing into her slit. Glory was beside her, a wooden cane flexing in her hands. "I know what you’re thinking, Faith," she said, "But if you don’t keep your end of the bargain, well Dawn’s in a kinda difficult position and I’m still pretty pissed with her for thinking she was the Queen Bee of the Summer’s house, comprende?"
"Yes," I choked painfully.
"Yes, Mistress Buffy," B let me go only to slap me, "Or woof."
"Woof," I said.
"Good girl," B ran her hand through my hair, "You can eat. No hands."
I bent down and was about to start when B pushed the bowl away. I looked up, hoping my expression was irritation rather than pleading and definitely not anger. From the blonde’s beatific smile, I was lucky and it wasn’t the latter, "You’re getting to know your place, aren’t you Faith?"
"Woof," I lied and dropped my mouth towards the bowl so that the mashed potato in my mouth muffled the little rebellious second woof. I wolfed the food down so quickly than I almost choked and whilst I got plenty of mash and gravy on my lips and chin and even the tip of my nose I exercised my tongue and licked it away. Even as I was I cleaning myself I was blushing and trying to ignore Harmony’s catcalls about where I’d be sticking the tongue after I finished with my dinner. Joyce stood beside her, arm resting lightly on one of her girlfriends’ shoulder, with a greedy expression on her face. B just looked at me with a cocky, Faith trademarked, smile on her lips. And Glory walked around flexing the cane and swishing it through the air, her gaze switching between me and a hanging Dawnie.
I licked the last of the gravy, chasing it round the bowl with my tongue, before looking up and rubbing my lips together to get the last bit of flavouring. Joyce had replaced B in front of me. She looked down at me, like she was the cat and I was the cream, "Come forward, come lick my cunt."
"Say no Faith," said Glory "please…" I turned my head as she walked over to my little sis and slid the cane between the teen’s tits and down her belly to rest on the slit. Dawnie paled and quivered, but remained silent. I turned back to Joyce, who had dropped her dress and was sitting on the bed, her legs akimbo as she undid her bra. Thinking of Dawnie I scrambled over so fast I almost ripped my knees.
I’m no stranger to girl on girl cunny-licking, I’d had it done to me enough times, often by the Milf sitting in front of me. I’d given it a few times as well –to Will and Dawnie in a sixty-nine or triangle, with our fuck-toys looking on. Except it was me who was the fuck-toy now, with Willow and Dawnie unwilling onlookers and if I didn’t do a good job… well it wasn’t just me who was in the shit on this one. I licked my lips and moved in, did Joyce want a teasing first or a straight out orgasm? Fuck, I thought, I wished I’d asked before my face moved down, but it was too late to ask now – any movement backwards and I knew that Glory’s whip would be more than caressing Dawn. I guessed that Joyce would want a tease first, to show I was willing to stick my face in her slot for long enough for a good going-over, not a quick wham-bam and out. I began to tickle her softly, my tongue moving round and round her cunt lips and pelvis, sliding through the small thatch of blonde, fluffy hair and over the smooth skin beside; never going in the hole.
I could hear her moaning softly as her hands held my shoulders, nipping me with her nails. I continued to tantalise, sliding my tongue softly round her hole, soaking the outside as much as the in. Her hands tightened on my shoulders, "You’re a slut Faith, a dirty, pussy licking slut," she moaned, "Now, go all the way… show me you’re a whore, a cunt-licking Slayer whore."
Thinking of what would happen to Dawnie if I didn’t obey I pushed my tongue into her pussy. It tasted of cinnamon. I swirled round, running along the wet walls; the warm liquid coating my tongue and sliding down my throat as I pushed and prodded, lapped and licked, explored and excited. The Milf moaned, her body shivering in pleasure as I ate her. Her thighs quivered against me, squeezing at my sides as she nailed my shoulders so hard it was like I was being crucified. I licked harder and faster, giving her my full tongue and ramming it deep into her hole. She screamed, her whole body wobbling with lust and her juice swamping my mouth. I kept in place, not daring to move even as I was choking and drowning and cum, and then, as soon as the cum-squirt had subsided and I could breathe again, my tongue resumed its work.
I was down there a good few more minutes, cleaning her pussy until it was shining, when Joyce yanked up my head. She twisted me so that I was looking at B, as naked as her Mom and her legs spread. Joyce pushed me over to her, "Your turn sweetie."
"Thanks Mom," said B, before gripping my head and dragging it towards her cunt, "Eat Mistress Buffy’s pussy." I opened my mouth and obeyed, thrusting my face in and gobbling at the wet hole like it was my main meal of the day. I guessed that she didn’t want any foreplay, she just wanted me in and licking, no hesitation. I gave her that. My tongue thrust in deep and fast, pushing and ramming at the wet walls and making B banjo with pleasure. I knew what was cumming, B and J were like Mother like Daughter where squirting was concerned. And sure enough, B strained and stretched, pushing my head back, as she came and blew my face with her cum, so much it was like being hit in the face by a hose. It stung my eyes and burnt into my nostrils, dripping from my chin and lips. By the time I’d opened my eyes again B was moving away.
And Harm was taking her place. She hoisted up her skirt and spread her legs, no panties covered her slot. She gave a smile that would have looked evil on Stalin, "Eat it bitch."
There was nothing to do but obey, not if I didn’t want to end my days hanging next to a skinned Dawnie. I dipped my head again and started cleaning Harm’s slot. After Mrs and Miss Summers my tongue was starting to ache, but I got the feeling that Harm wouldn’t accept tongue cramp as an excuse for not getting a top orgasm. I ignored the aching and rammed down; sliding over her wet walls and hitting her bud so hard it quivered. She gasped and moaned and jammed her thighs so hard against my head she almost burnt my ears as she moved back and forth, riding my head with orgasmic joy, "Eat it bitch, eat it," she shrieked. And I did. Continuing to slurp and lick and drink her juice as she screamed and shrieked and shuddered and shook. Her cunt cum filled my mouth and I sucked it down. I wasn’t dehydrated any more.
Harm gave a further shriek and then pushed my head back so hard I almost felt my neck snap. She looked at B and Joyce who were standing besides her, watching proudly like she was a duckling enjoying her first paddle. She smiled back, "Better leave some sugar for my loves…" she turned to the Hell-Goddess, "Glore. You want some Faith tonguing… Don’t wear out your pussy though, Buffy and Joyce and me want you to be fit for our after shower sixty-nining."
"I’m going to have some Faith," Glory said and stepped forward. She crouched down beside me, "It’s going to be good isn’t it, you’re going to be a good cunt-licker."
"Yes," I said, not wanting to piss of someone who could rip out my tongue, Will’s legs and Dawnie’s arms and not even chip a nail while doing it.
She stroked her hand through my hair as she stood up and moved over to the bed, dropping down on it and spreading her legs in front of me, "Get to it," she said in a tone that spoke of being used to being obeyed.
"Woof," I said, with just a touch of rebellion, and moved in. Her haven was shaven and already wet, the cum glistening in the hole. I licked round the lips, dabbing and dipping into her slit as I worked her up. Her fingers balled into a fist and looking up I could see her teeth clenched in a rigor mortis grin as if she was determined not to moan. I slid my tongue round quicker, like a whirlpool, sweeping my tongue down her hole at the epicentre of my twisting circles. I closed my eyes and let myself go, forgetting where I was and why I was here, only remembering that there was a pussy in front of me and I was a cunt-licker. I stuffed my face forward so that even if my eyes hadn’t been shut all I’d have been able to see was pink flesh, my nose dug deep into her, the smell of her pleasure tearing up my nostrils and overwhelming me with its scent. My tongue hammered harder and faster, licking, slapping, pushing at her pliant walls and ramming at her clit.
"That’s it, slave, fuck your Mistress Glory with your tongue," moaned the Hell-Goddess.
I could feel her hands on the back of the head, just holding me, she didn’t need to push. I was going in without any help. I could taste her juice, there was plenty of it, coating my tongue. It tasted differently from Joyce, Harm and B, a lot sweeter, like a sugary snack. But it wasn’t the taste that was driving me on. I slammed hard at the Goddess, making her quake and squeal, her pussy pushing upwards as her back arched. Harder, faster, deeper my tongue went, slurping and slamming at her clit as she screamed., "Aaaarrrrghhh, lick me out you slut whore. Eat out Mistress Glory. Make me cum. Ooooooooooohhhh. Aaaaaaarrrggghhh!"
She collapsed back, but I continued slurping and drinking at her cunt juices. She continued to buckle and squeal as my tongue did its work, pushing deep into her and extracting her wetness like I was a cum drilling machine. "Yessss, yessssss," she shrieked in pleasure as my tongue hit at her bit. I licked some more, the ache in my tongue being salved by the warm liquid soothing it like lotion. Glory’s back bent again and she gasped, "Ohhhhhh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ooooooohhhhh." Her hands pushed me back and I raised my cum soaked mouth from her hole.
"Enjoy that?" B moved and crouched down beside me.
I blushed as red as a traffic light; I had got so carried away in licking the pussies that I had forgotten who I was. I shook my head, but it hardly moved and when I went to say, ‘no,’ I seemed my aching tongue wouldn’t behave making my reply sound more "Ynur". I went to speak again and make things clearer, but though my brain had plans, my tongue was in rebellion, so instead I just looked down at the floor.
B stroked my hair gently, "You enjoyed it Faith. You enjoyed licking our pussies. All you being tough and topping; it’s just for show. I know that now. I wasn’t sure before, but to see how you gobbled those cunts, your enthusiasm, your complete lack of self-esteem as Mom and me squirted on you… you’re a just a bottom who wants to be enslaved."
"Fuck you, B," I grunted. I blushed with own brazen arrogance, but B just stroked my hair in a way that told me I was forgiven.
I went redder as she said, "Is that what you mean? Or do you want to say it again properly"
I shook my head, glad that she was forgiving me, "I mean… it wasn’t bad. I guess. I could do it again. If you wanted…"
She laughed, " I meant you should say ‘fuck you’ Mistress Buffy."
My stomach was in knots and my brain was all over the place. Did I mean it when I said licking their cunts wasn’t bad? I mean it hadn’t been bad, it had been good, but I shouldn’t be saying it – which was kinda agreeing with B that I was a slut for her and the others. I looked up, deliberately making sure I was looking at her, "No way B, I ain’t going to call you Mistress."
"Not yet anyway," B grinned, not at all angry with my response. In fact she kissed me lightly on my forehead, "but you will, Faith, you will."
I kept silent; just looking at her and I wasn’t sure whether my expression was glowering or adoration, or both; or neither. But whatever it was it snapped B from tenderness to business. She stood up, motioning for me to stand. I did, turning round so that my back was to hers as she made a twirling movement with her finger. Dawnie and Will were still chained to the wall, and was it jealousy that I was the centre of attention I saw on their faces? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t keep their gaze and looked down at the floor again. B’s hands were on my cheeks, moving over them like she was shaping a pot on a spinner’s wheel. "Cute," she said.
"Thanks," I replied. It seemed the right thing to say, but it still made Glory laugh. I went red again, something I seemed to be doing a lot off , as if I felt ashamed of myself whenever I wasn’t perfect for them. I kicked the floor stubbing my toe.
"Temper," said B and gave my ass a small swat with her palm.
"Sorry," I said, my teeth gritted so hard the enamel threatened to splinter.
"You know what we like to do after a good pussy lickin’?" asked Glory, she stepped up and stood beside B, so close behind me I could almost hear her heart beating as her fingers traced down my spine and between my ass crack. I shivered and shook my head. Glory’s fingers started to slide back up and her mouth came close to my ear as she purred, "We like to fuck our slave’s butts… as a reward." I shivered again, but this time I nodded. Glory was rooting through my hair, curling it round her fingers, "They squeal and gasp and call us Mistress."
"I don’t think you’re ready yet, are you Faith?" this time it was B talking, her mouth next to my ear, blowing over my lobe and threatening to touch it with her lips, but never quiet making good on it.
"I… I’m an anal virgin," fuck these blushes, I thought, as I looked down and saw even my toes had gone red.
"That wasn’t the question," Harmony was in front of me, her hands cupping my titties and squeezing them. I groaned as she continued, "Everyone’s a virgin for everything at sometime," which was more profound than I’d give her credit for.
Joyce moved in front of me in a choreographed move, her hand moving down to cup my pussy and press on the bottom of the lips with her thumb, "The question is will you call us Mistress."
I writhed as they touched me, squeezing, nipping, rubbing and stroking, finding erogenous points of pleasure I didn’t know I had. B’s lips were so close to my ear that as she spoke I could almost feel their wet softness, "So do you want to have your ass fucked?"
"No," I forced myself to say, keeping silent the ‘not yet’ my body wanted me to add.
"Okay," smiled Joyce and the four of them broke away from me in a move so well timed it was like being at the lead dancer at ballet surrounded by spinning swans.
The four of them walked over to Dawnie and Willow and unchained them. I stood watching, not sure if they wanted me to stay here or go over to the wall to be hoisted up or to get down on my hands and knees and follow like a dog, or even down on my tummy to slither like a worm. Dawnie and Will started to head up the stairs, followed by their owners. B gave me a look, "See you later Faith, try and get some sleep."
"You don’t want to chain me up again? In case I try to escape."
B squeezed Dawnie’s ass. The brunette gave a small yelp and B smiled at me and shook her head, "Do we need to?"
"No."
*
The mornings would start with B or Glory opening the door, perhaps with Joyce or Harm arm in arm and in would scuttle in Willow or Dawnie with my brek and a bowl. After a few times and I didn’t try and escape Joyce or Harm would open up on their own, realising that they didn’t need protection from big bad Faith. And each time after I’d munched my piss-covered cornflakes and lapped my warm water B (or Glory or Joyce or Harmony) would ask me whether I wanted to be ass-fucked. Sometimes they’d make Will or Dawnie bend over to show me their gaped assholes, sometimes they’d tell me about how with lube it goes in like a stake into a vamp or how they could use a butt-plug to open me. Then they’d tell me about how good the orgasms were, earth shattering and mind-blowing. Or they’d make Will or Dawnie describe how it felt and my friend and sis would give me a detailed account of how their back hole had been stretched that morning.
All I had to do was say Mistress Glory and Mistress Harmony and Mistress Joyce and Mistress B. Each time I wondered what it would be like to have those dildos in my ass. I’d taken B and Joyce enough times to guess from their squeals that there was more to it that having an aching asshole and Dawnie used to swear that the only thing she liked better than strapping-on B’s ass was having her own one filled by a big prick. But each time I shook my head and said ‘No B’ or Harm or whoever it was. And then they’d sigh and Dawnie or Will would pick up my dishes.
Then they’d leave me alone until dinner so that by the next time my food was brought in the bowl I may have been parched and starved, but not nearly as much as I was gagging for their pussy. Kindly they’d allow me to slurp and eat their pussy before I crouched over the bowl and ate whatever was in front of me, no matter how much salad and veg was in it. And then if I was really lucky they might allow me to lick their cunts again, my tongue cleaning and clearing the juice like I was a washerwoman on piece rate. Sometimes Dawnie or Willow would be down as well and one of B and the others would fuck her whilst I was watching and sometimes it was more than one, a strap-on up her ass and another in her snatch, with perhaps one in her mouth. And all the time I was sitting on my knees, forbidden to touch myself, though sometimes I sneakily managed a crafty finger when they were concentrating on Dawnie.
Which ain’t to say I was totally a good girl cos I was a bit of a rebel. Sometimes I didn’t eat all my food or I deliberately tipped over the water. And once when I was lapping out Glory I bit her labia (truth to tell that was a tease that went wrong, but she still had me in the stocks with a cane snapping across my ass). But whilst I’m dumb I’m not stupid and whilst knocking over my water left the floor wet and might cause a minor irritation to Joyce or Harm it also left me thirsty later and trying to catch water in my mouth when they gave me my nightly hose down. So soon I stopped and rebelled in other ways, like keepin’ B on edge as I licked her when I knew she was wanting it quick and dirty, scowling as Harm and Glory DP’d Will so as to put them off their stroke or teasing them by starting to say, "Miss…" and then ending it with "…ie me."
And that meant that more than once I was over B’s knee as she paddled me or chained up whilst Harm caned or Joyce whipped. And what was worse was when as punishment they tied my hands so I couldn’t sneak a pussy touch as I watched them fuck Dawnie and Will, wishing it was me underneath Glory’s pounding body.
And each time as I watched them, Dawnie’s face contorting in pleasure as Harm and B took a hole each, I was less sure what I was going to tell them in the morning.
*
"Morning Faith," it was B who was bringing me breakfast, or rather opening the door for Will to scoot in with my bowls of flakes and tepid water. It wasn’t perfect, I’d have preferred Harm, who was a bit slack-jawed at any time, but specially in the morning. Or Joyce, who still sometimes remembered the times I’d been the butt-buster. B was just that bit tougher and harder to please, though she was better than Glory, who I adored as much as any of them, but who was Queen of the cutting remark where naughty Slayers were concerned.
B waited until Will had put down my brekkie and retreated out before asking me my morning question, "You want to be ass-fucked, Faith?"
My mouth felt dry. I knew I was doing the right thing, I’d been thinking about it all night, but it didn’t mean that all of a sudden there weren’t butterflies doing the Indianapolis 5000 round my stomach. I bent over my bowl and lapped up some of water – it helped, not much, but some. I looked at B, standing in a very sexy nightie – some creases and small little stains showed she hadn’t changed from her early morning wake-up shenanigans. I licked my lips, "Yes… Mistress B… Mistress Buffy? Mistress B? What shall I call you?"
I felt myself panicking, I’d spent so long calling her B I hadn’t asked myself whether that wasn’t way to informal for my Mistress. It would be so ironic if I’d geared myself all the way up, only to fuck up at the last moment. The Mistress paused and then shooed Will away. She knelt down by me, "Mistress Buffy or Mistress B. As long as it is Mistress I don’t mind." My sigh of relief was so loud that I almost deafened myself. B smiled and brushed a piece of hair from my face, "You sure Faith? This is what you want?"
I nodded.
Mistress B paused before she continued, "It’s got to be of your own free will, you understand."
"It is Mistress B, I want you, I want you all, I want to be all yours," I replied.
My Mistress smiled and kissed me tenderly, "Okay. All the threats with Dawnie, they were only threats, she’s my kid sister, I wouldn’t skin her alive and I wouldn’t let Glore do it either. Anyway Glore loves her and Mom does and Harm; like we love Will, like we love you. We won’t harm her or Will even if you never submit"
"I know," I whispered. And I did. I knew that Dawnie was safe and Willow. It was only my own stubbornness that kept me from joining them and my Mistresses, to be part of a proper family, like I’d always wanted. All I had to do was follow my desires and submit, totally and utterly. In that moment I was happy, happier than I had ever been. I looked at her and took a deep breath before saying in a loud clear voice, "Mistress Buffy. I am yours and Mistress Joyce’s and Mistress Harmony’s and Mistress Glory’s."
Mistress B lips tenderly touched mine, "Good. Wait here a few seconds." She got up and left. I waited, so nervous and excited I couldn’t finish my breakfast. It seemed she was away a long time, certainly more than the few seconds she promised; it was at least five minutes, probably more. When she returned she wasn’t unequipped, a strap-on dangling from her waist. Nor was she alone, a similarly tooled up trio of Mistress Glory, Mistress Harmony and Mistress Joyce were with her; together with Anya and one of her sensory recording stones. B smiled at me, "Anya’s just setting up the stone, so we can record this morning."
I nodded; I could see a Slayer’s first ass-reaming would be a big seller among the demonic denizens who bought Anya’s sex recordings. They’d be able to enjoy both what it felt like to fuck me and also my feelings, the pain, the pleasure, the shame and humiliation, the freedom and ecstasy. Anya fiddled a few times with something on the stone and then turned to my Mistress’s, "I’m done. Have fun." She turned and left.
I could see them all looking at me. I was still kneeling next to the bowl, slowly I stood up, shaking with nerves. Glory smiled, "Buffy says you have something you want to say."
"Yes, Mistress Glory. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you and Mistress Joyce and Mistress Harmony and Mistress Buffy to all fuck my ass. I want you to treat it as your fuck-hole to fuck it as hard as you like as often as you like." I had looked at them as I said it, but once I’d spoken I lowered my head to show proper submission.
"Mom, you want to go first?" Mistress B turned to Mistress Joyce.
The blonde Milf grinned, "Faith, get on the bed. On your hands and knees."
I nodded like the dutiful sub I was, "Yes, Mistress Joyce."
The bed was firm, but with a bounce, the quilt soft and comforting as I got onto. I moved onto my hands and knees and spread my legs, so that my was a sexy invitation. It was strange to feel myself displayed like this before my Mistress. I shivered as I waited, hearing them all giggling and gossiping behind me. In my nakedness I was both available and exposed and I wondered if they had perhaps changed my mind and first I’d know would be the thrash of a cane coming down. I was a slave to whatever my Mistresses wanted to do to me, whether that was a dildo in my ass or a leather crop across it. I closed my eyes and waited. I would be a good though, I would do my best to please them all. I could feel the bed creak as Mistress Joyce got onto it. Her hands gripped my cheeks and I opened my eyes. Mistress Glory was standing in front of me her arms round the naked waists of Mistress Harmony and Mistress Buffy. She gave me a smile, I forced a nervous one back. Behind me Mistress Joyce continued to massage my ass, slowly easing my cheeks apart as she did it.
"There’s a slut, Faith," she said as I felt the hard silicon of her strap-on moving between my cheeks to rub over my hole.
"I am Mistress Joyce. I’m your anal fuck slut," I said, my voice was gruff with nervousness. I gave a small gasp as she took the toy and pushed it at my hole. If it had been me or Mistress Glory or Mistress Buffy behind it the toy would have been rammed deep, our strength making it as easy as if we punching holes in paper bags. But Mistress Joyce didn’t have our strength and it only went in less than half an inch. I still felt myself quivering; it didn’t hurt and it didn’t pleasure, but the touch of the dildo in me made me anticipate both. I felt terrified, I felt elated and I wasn’t sure which was the most powerful. I tried to control my shakes, "Mistress Joyce. Fuck me… if you want I mean, that wasn’t an order…"
"Faith," said Mistress Joyce, "Shut up."
"Yes Mistress…oh, oh," I tried to obey, however she was slowly, but firmly, pushing the strap-on further into my butt. It was starting to hurt, but not as much as I feared, more like a slight ache after over-exercising a muscle. There was also something else there, not much, but a touch of pleasure. I gripped the bed and moaned "Uuurrrrghh."
Her hands gripped harder at my cheeks, pulling them as far apart as she could to try and expand my butt-hole. More effectively, her strap-on continued to move down. I gritted my teeth and tried to move with her thrusts, bouncing back to meet her as she pushed and encouraging the toy deeper. I could feel my walls moving outwards, like thick rubber. I wouldn’t say there wasn’t soreness, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected and the ecstatic waves I was getting were getting stronger as the toy moved further in. Mistress Joyce was moving faster, the friction of the dildo burning like I was sliding down a rope too fast, but it was also pleasuring and stimulating anal nerves which had never been pleasured before. She pounded harder and faster, my ass welcoming the toy to an undiscovered country. The pleasure surged in me, "Aaaarrrghhh, yeesssss, Mistress Joyce, yesssss."
"Go fuck, Mom, fuck her hard," laughed Mistress B. She turned and kissed Mistress Glory who kissed her back as one hand clawed at the Slayer’s waist and the other at Mistress Harm.
Mistress Harmony giggled in excitement, "Me next," she called.
"Fuuuucckkk, aaaaargghhh, ooooohhhh, yessssss," I called out. I thought I’d have hated being ass fucked, and even worse doing it in front of an audience. Instead I was loving it, and knowing that my other Mistress’s were watching Mistress Joyce pop my anal cherry was an even bigger turn on. I screamed again and gripped the bedding as I bounced with Mistress Joyce’s pounding thrusts. I could feel the dildo moving in my ass, rubbing and racing in me, scraping at my flesh and hitting my special spot from behind. I bucked and gasped and dropped down to rest on one elbow as my other hand moved to my pussy to rub at my cunt.
"Don’t touch, Faith," snapped Mistress Glory. She stepped forward and pulled my hand away, gripping my wrist so that I wouldn’t be tempted again.
"Sorry Mistress Glory…. arrrgghhh," I gasped. Even without my fingers my pussy was burning with the pleasure of the strap-on. I shrieked and screamed, as behind me Mistress Joyce rammed. She was fully in me with each thrust, her thighs smacking against me with a wet slapping sound, perspiration dripping from her body as she grunted and panted as she exerted herself. I screamed, "Oh my fuck… oh my fuck…"
There was a whistle of air as Mistress Joyce pulled out. For a few moments I clutched the bedding with my free hand as I waited for her to return the toy to my gaping hole. It was only as I saw Mistress Harm let go off Mistress B’s butt, which she’d moved to fondle now that Mistress Glory was next to me, and start jumping up and down going ‘Me, me, me," that I realised Mistress Joyce wasn’t going to thrust in my butt again.
"Go on Harmony," laughed Mistress Glory, "Wreck our slut’s fuck-hole."
The blonde clapped her hands excitedly as she skipped round and got onto the bed. As she fiddled with her straps and grabbed my waist Mistress Joyce got on the bed in front of me. I gave her a look of gratitude and nodded in excited obedience as she waggled her strap-on and said, "Suck on this."
I was opening my mouth and was starting to do as I had been told when Mistress Harmony entered me from behind. I started forward with the force of her blow, almost breaking my neck on the strap-on. Unlike Mistress Joyce who had to work to open my hole Mistress Harmony had a gaping tunnel and she was making the most of it. Her hands gripped my waist and she slammed into me, brutally fast. "That’s it Faith, here’s my cock, take my strap-on up your asshole. I’m going to open you like split pumpkin," she screamed.
"Gggguughh," I choked as I rammed down on Mistress Joyce’s cock, the used toy slamming into my gullet. My eyes watered so much that everyone became pink blobs. I could feel myself gagging, but I forced myself keep swallowing – I didn’t want my Mistress’s to think I was a lightweight just because it was my first (of many, I hoped) anal spit-roast. Harder and harder Mistress Harm hammered my ass, whilst Mistress Joyce, more gently, prodded at my gullet. Saliva dripped from my lips and water from my eyes.
"That’s it you slut. Suck Joy’s dick," whooped Harm, "Suck it all as I fuck your whore ass into bits."
I couldn’t say anything , my mouth being full of dildo, but I tried to show my enthusiastic obedience by taking the dildo deeper into my throat as I bounded forward and when I bounced back to really hammer myself at Mistress Harm and her strap-on. The three of us moved in energetic unison, our bodies moving together in a sweaty, slutty symphony. Mistress Harm powered into my ass like she was up for an award; I kinda expected her to be good with all the practice she must have been, but even so she was like a pile-driver, hard and fast, but hitting me at just the right spots. And Mistress Joyce was no slouch either, jamming the cock in my mouth and down my throat, choking of my air supply, giving the anal orgasms an extra intensity.
I gasped for air as Mistress Joyce ripped her cock out with no warning, choking and gasping up saliva. The water ran from my eyes, the spit from my mouth – I must have looked like half the football team had slimed me. I didn’t care, it didn’t matter. I knew my hair was all over the place and the remains of my cosmetics were dripping down my face, as long as I could please my Mistresses they could fuck me into the looking like the swamp thing.
I screamed in pleasure, my mouth now free to shriek my enjoyment, "Fuuuucckkk, aaaaaaargggghhh, fuuuucccckkk…" My shouts were high pitched and deafening, a passionate peal of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Mistress Harmony back at me, without Mistress Joyce cushioning her thrusts to she was hammering even harder, ramming into my butt so hard it was a toss up whether it’d split before I overdosed on orgasmic overload. The dildo went in deep tearing my hole even further open and blowing my mind. I screamed in pleasure, but Mistress Harmony was beating me, "Yessssss, yesssss, yesssss," she shrieked like a train hooting through a tunnel.
I orgasmed and fell forward, my face going into the bedding, muffling my screams. I could feel Mistress Harm’s rubber dong continuing to ram me, driving me into further paroxysms of pleasure; mind-blowing, earth-shattering, ass-wrecking tsunamis of ecstasy.
And then it was over. Mistress Harmony pulled her toy out and collapsed on the bed exhausted. I fell down beside her.
"Faith, have you forgotten about me and Glory?" said Mistress Buffy, a touch crossly.
I was exhausted, internally aching and my muscles felt like jelly, but I forced myself up into a doggy position. "Sorry Mistress B" I said, reddening in embarrassment at my weakness. I was a Slayer, I reminded myself, not some soppy assed bitch that couldn’t please her Mistresses. I wiggled my ass in what I hoped was an enticing invitation to enter my hole.
"We’ll have to work on your stamina," said Mistress B, then she sighed, "I’m very disappointed Faith, push your ass up in the air like you’re wanting my rubber."
I burnt with shame, "Sorry Mistress Buffy," I dropped down to rest on my elbows so my butt jutted in the air.
"It’s no good just saying sorry, Faith, I’m only saying this cos we love you," said Mistress B.
I perked up, "You love me?"
"Get your sweet butt higher," was Mistress Buffy’s response. Still I had a smile on my face as I lowered my front and rose my ass. The smile was still on my face as Mistress B brought her dildo into my hole. I gasped and stuck my face into the quilt as my aching hole received its third anal intruder of the day. The toy shot down like it was a bullet express, so deep and so fast and so hard, that an orgasmic blast hit me with that first thrust. And it was just the first. Mistress B drew back and hammered down again, the same sensation blasting through me as my butt felt like it was supernovaing.
I squealed in delight, caressing my tits as Mistress B buggered my butt from behind. I had thought I was finished after Mistress Harm, I was wrong as orgasm after orgasm tore into me. It was like being in heaven and I didn’t want to leave. After perhaps a couple of minutes Mistress B pulled out. I scowled and almost said something about her lack of stamina,. But I remembered my place and kept quiet, pushing my face into the sheets so that none of my Mistresses saw my accidental rebelliousness.
"Hey, Faith," laughed Mistress Buffy, "You want me to share you with Glory?"
I jumped up so quick it was like I was on a spring and nodded enthusiastically, "Yes please Mistress. I could suck your dildo whilst she fucks me or you could fuck me in the ass and Mistress Glory could take my pussy; I’ve never done that before."
Everyone laughed. I went red, realising I’d said something, but not what. It was Mistress Glory who answered, "Faith when we share you, we’re talking about both taking your ass."
I went even redder, especially when I looked at the dildos dangling from her and Mistress B – they weren’t twelve inchers, but they were still big enough to stretch my ass if used one at time. Together… well it was lucky I was a Slayer, but even then and even with the ass fuckings I’d already got it was gonna be like squeezing a cheerleading squad in a Indycar Lotus. I nodded nervously, "I can try Mistress."
"There is no try, there is only do or not do" said Mistress Yoda.
Mistress Glory was more practical, "Faith, off the bed. Lie on the top of your back, resting your head on the floor and lean the small of your back onto the bed frame. That’s right, now swing your legs forward so that they’re near your head, grab your ankles and pull them down – that’s it, that’ll give me and Buffy access."
It was a comfortable a position as being stuffed in a tiny box, but I didn’t complain as I didn’t want to piss of my Mistresses – anyway I guessed this discomfort was nothing compared to what was to come. Mistress Glory was over me, feeding her strap-on into my ass. I grimaced and groaned as she worked it up and down, reopening the hole already so stretched by the others. Her movements were slow, but hard, pounding down deep into my ass and making my various pleasure bits tingle with excitement. I took a risk and moved one of my hands to rub at my pussy; my leg sprang up a few inches and Mistress Glory gave me a look, but said nothing. Naughtily I continued to rub at my pussy, fingering myself as her cock pushed in and out my backhole.
"Uuurrrgghhh, uuuurrrggghhh," I grunted in pleasure as the toy ratcheted in.
"Hey, Faith, hold still whilst I come in," said Mistress B. She approached me from the front so that she was standing over me and I could see her cute hairless pussy, dripping with lust. She kissed Mistress Glory and the two of them exchanged tongues as Mistress Glory continued to push deep into me. I clenched my fists and waited, impatient and nervous all at once. Mistress B broke the kiss and said, "Okay, Glore, let me join you."
It wouldn’t be true to say the second dildo was a snug fit, so much as a no fit. Mistress Glory had to pull her dildo almost out so that Mistress B could put the tip of hers next to it at the top of my hole. Together they pushed, slowly moving the two dildos into me in unison stretching my asshole wide. I winced and gasped at the discomfort, as they grunted in exertion, "Come on Faith," Mistress Glory said, "Take our cocks."
"I’m trying Mistress," I squealed as I tried to wiggle my body to accommodate the plastic pricks. I was gripping my ankles, pulling my legs back as far as I could to give them more space. They continued to move up and down, sometimes together, sometimes just one whilst the other tried to lever my ass open more. It wasn’t easy, but gradually they moved in as much as they were going to without literally splitting my ass. I closed my eyes, and gave a cry; my ass felt like it was on fire, but it wasn’t a totally bad fire, there was a pleasure in the burning as much as flaming agony.
"Fuck her," giggled Mistress Joyce.
"Give it her hard," said Mistress Harmony.
Mistress B and Mistress Glory didn’t reply, but their dongs moved in and down my chute. They couldn’t move fast or put it down hard, but the way the two dildos opened my ass made up for that, the tiniest move was making me cum and I was orgasming so repeatedly my body was just a mass of quivering muscles and flesh. "Aaaaarrrghhh," I screamed, "Aaaarrrghh, fuck me, oh my fuck, rip me open, wreck my butt."
The two of them grinned at each other, paused long enough to kiss and then resumed slamming into my butt. I’d never experienced such intense orgasms, it was like I was wired to the mains. I’d given my body to my Mistresses and they were using it. Sweat soaked me together with sweet pussy juice. Mistress B and Mistress Glory whacked down; grunting and panting as they filled my ass with bliss like concrete. "Fuuuuuccckkk, aaaaarggghh, fuuucckkk!" the ecstasy overcame me
I may have fainted or gone into orgasmic raptures cos the next thing I knew was that my two Mistresses had pulled their prongs out of my battered and gaping butt. I rolled onto down so that I was lying on my front, my ass too sensitive to lie on. Mistress Joyce was down beside me, "So?"
"You own me Mistress, I am yours," I said. Then I added nervously, "How was I?" I wanted to be good for them all.
There was a grunt from Mistress B, "Your rhythm was often off, you’re too loud and deafening – I don’t need to have my name screamed in my ear and you took the lead when you shouldn’t and lacked initiative when you should."
"Sorry Mistress B," I said quietly making a resolution to do better.
Mistress B paused and smiled, "But you have enthusiasm and you didn’t hold back. There’s promise."
I nodded happily. I knew there would be a lot more training to go, but I would go on and become the perfect little slave for my Mistresses.
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Epilogue – six months later
I bounded down the stairs, my titties threatening to burst out of my tight, but small, top. I leapt the banister, balanced myself for less than a second and opened the door.
I was just in time. Mistress B entered, followed by a gossiping Mistress Glory and Mistress Harm. A naked Dawnie (apart from her collar) followed, laden with shopping bags. At first when our Mistress had begun to take us out nude people had stopped and stared, even for Sunnydale seeing three young sexpots being walked in the buff by a Milf, a twenty something and two teens was out of the ordinary. I can remember blushing as I walked past Xander in the street and him staring at me bug-eyed, but it was part of our training – to submit to all my Mistresses wishes. Still I quickly got used to it and if people still stared when I was taken out, well I had a nice bod…
"How was your shopping trip, Mistress?" I asked as I took the bags from an overloaded Dawnie.
"Great," smiled Mistress B, "We’ve got some new tops for me and Glory and new jacket for Harm and we all bought shoes."
"And we bought a new set of ball-gags for our girls," grinned Harmony. I almost hopped with excitement.
"Only fair," continued Mistress B, "It was you who paid for it."
I tried to look embarrassed, but wasn’t sure I managed it, even though modesty is the one of the signs of a good slave. They just released my latest sensory stone fuck fest, part of ‘The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane’ series. In this one I’d been passed between Sunnydale Uni cheerleading squad and football team for hours and hours of fucking, sucking and licking. Anya said it was my best yet and early sales were proving her right.
"Where’s Joyce?" asked Mistress Glory.
"She’s upstairs, with Willow, having her pussy cleaned," I replied, with a touch of jealousy. It was an important part of mine, Will and Dawn’s duties to keep our Mistresses pleasured whenever they wanted, which luckily was often. That wasn’t our only duties, we had to keep the house spic and span, the Mistresses should never have to touch a vac or duster. And I was becoming a dab hand at cooking, something I never thought I’d enjoy. But once I got into it there was something really fun about standing in nothing but a pair of thongs and an apron making a mouth watering meal for my mistresses.
Most times I’d eat with Dawnie and Will on the floor, chasing the food round our bowls with our tongues. But sometimes we’d be allowed at the table with cutlery (and even for a birthday treat a glass of wine, something I was sure I didn’t deserve, but drank anyway). Often, of course, one us might be under the table, ready to lick the Mistresses pussies once they’d finished eating their main and before dessert.
After dinner and washing the dishes we might watch a porno or do a live sixty nine sex show for our Mistress. Then it was bed. My bed is a little mattress at the foot of the Mistresses’ bed, which is within early calling distance if they want me. I share it with Dawnie and Will and if the three of us are on it together, we often have a little kiss and finger and giggle as our Mistresses fuck each other. Sometimes we get a little over-excited and a too noisy. That’s one of the times we might find ourselves being caned for naughtiness. However, often the Mistresses will invite one, two or even all three of us to share their bed; the next morning I usually wake up with aching holes, but blissfully happy.
I’m still not perfect, though I’m improving. Sometimes I make mistakes, like forgetting Mistress Harm doesn’t like tomato or taking too long to make Mistress Glory cum. Those times I am rightfully punished, tied up and spanked. Sometimes, I’m deliberately naughty, spilling my water bowl over Mistress B’s foot so that she’ll take me down to the cellar, chain me up and give my ass a good thrashing.
"You alright, Faith? You look miles away," said Mistress Glory.
I blushed, "Sorry Mistress. I was thinking how much I love you and Mistress Buffy and Mistress Harm and Mistress Joyce, and Dawnie and Will."
"We’re family," smiled B, "We love you as well."
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The end
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