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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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My body was tingling; not the good, hot, sweaty tingle I get after a real energetic anal screwing frenzy. Nope, this was move any muscles and agony throbs through me tingle, so bad it was sore to breathe too deep and too hard. Still, I’m the Slayer - pain kinda goes with the territory - so it wasn’t the torturous spasms that were flowing through me that was causing the most hurt. Nor was it even the fact I’d been tasered by Lilah (and that made me think about the ‘jokes’ about sharks, lawyers and professional courtesy).
What wigged me out, what really, really wigged me out, was that I’d lost my game. I should have been able to take three vamps and save the girl without bursting sweat. Instead I’d lost it – gone for the weakest first, cos he was the nearest and the easiest and let the girl get bit. If I got out of here, I was back to Sunnydale and back to training; I’d spent so long in LA I’d forgot who I was. Now I remembered: I was back.
Or would be if I could have worked out a way to untie myself, without falling headfirst into the pentagram chalked beneath me. And to do it without the chanting gizoids, standing round in their ugly robes with their smelly, burny, hangy orb things, from moving into to cut more off me than I wanted to lose.
The door to the room opened, letting in a blast of fetid air from the chamber beyond; it was so overpowering it made my eyes water and I almost retched up last nights burger – which would have been a total faux pas in the middle of a sacrifice. Still the stink was more pleasant than what came in with it, Lilah Morgan and, whatever you call a group of lawyers – a backstabbery of legals perhaps? The bitch leant over and murmured someone into the ear of an older man, who’s face looked mild, but who had the eyes of a serial killer. He nodded and said something back; I was trying to listen in, but the chanters were too loud and their rhythmic, dull tones drowned out by super-Slayer eavesdropping skills.
They went silent; so suddenly it seemed in mid-word. Lilah moved from my sight. I jerked myself round so that I could follow her. A small chunk of plaster fell from the ceiling as I moved – great, I thought, on top of being roped like a roast chicken ready for roast I was also putting on weight. I managed to twist round long enough to see her pick up a knife from a red looking altar, then the rope spun me back round to face the backstabbery – irritatingly half of them were texting and the half that weren’t looked even more bored than me in Math Class. I scowled; here I was about to be sliced and diced unless I could think of a plan in the next few moments and the audience were all treating my upcoming death as an unwelcome distraction from office work.
Lilah moved in front of me, "Hello, Buffy; I’d just like you to know that this is nothing personal. It’s just business."
"Well that makes it alright," I said in my best sweety voice, before moving to iron Slayery tones, "And it’ll be nothing personal when I get out of here and beat you all to death with your own phones." One of the backstabbery, more nervous than most, looked up from his phone and gulped. I pulled at my rope and gave him a grimace, he went paler and some more dust and plaster flaked on me; it almost made me sneeze which would have weakened my hard-ass reply.
Lilah didn’t seem put out by my response. Instead she slid what looked like a silver potty beneath me and continued, "I said to Holland, " she nodded towards the older lawyer with the serial killer eyes, "that we don’t need to fully bleed you for the ritual. Slayer blood would be so powerful, we only need a few drops."
"’kay, that’s fair. When I get out I’ll only break one limb; and cos we’re such great fuck buddies you get a preference – arm or leg?" I replied.
Lilah shook her head; "Sorry, Buffy, he wants it all. Slayer blood – a lot of our more wealthy clients would kill for that… and it wouldn’t be life enhancing for the firm if they found out we had some and let it get away… It’s only a shame you weren’t a virgin; most of my colleagues would have sacrificed their second born to get a thimbleful of that."
"Hurry up, Lilah," said Holland, looking at his expensive watch, "We haven’t got all day."
It was now or never. I either escaped or ended up pickled in jars, selling at premium prices in magic stores all over the US. Escape sounded the better option.
As Lilah came nearer I swung, butting my head into her stomach. She went backwards, giving me a few extra seconds before I was kosher. I pulled at the rope and preyed that the plaster dropping was a sign that this place was a sign that this place wasn’t well-kept.
Luckily it wasn’t – the rope splitting from the roof in an explosion of dust, plaster and wood. I rolled as I landed, bruising my back, but instantly rebounding and onto my feet. It wasn’t all fluffy slippers and pinky pyjamas, I was still tied. My ankles so bound together that I could only hop and whilst they hadn’t roped my wrists quiet so tight, (there was perhaps six inches of rope between them) it wasn’t enough to take two chanters with each hands. You go with what your given, so I picked up a bit of the rafter, which had tumbled with me, and held it, "Who’s first?"
There was a stampede for the exit. The backstabbery of legals falling over each and pulling at each other in their haste to get out. Despite myself I was impressed that Lilah didn’t join them, instead she gave them a look of derision and stepped back behind the chanters. She gestured at me, "Tie her up again."
The four chanters removed their hoods to reveal the distorted face of demons, – it seemed Wolfram and Hart were an Equal Opportunities employer. I gave a grin, which was more cocky than I felt, "Come on boys… if you live you can say you were crippled by the Slayer."
Y’know I honestly thought the chanters hadn’t been picked for their singing ability as they sounded like a siren which was running out of batteries. But after seeing them fight I knew they hadn’t been picked for their killing ability. It was all over in a few moments, I wooden plank battered them two handed until they lay around, with blood oozing out of them.
I took a step towards Lilah, she still look less scared than a body builder faced with a small mouse, "Which limb?"
"Limb?" she asked, smiling and sliding her hands casually into her overcoat pockets.
"For me to break," I said. She was human… just… and I knew the rules said I couldn’t kill her, human laws for human criminals. But no-one had ever said I couldn’t snap her legs and leave her outside the nearest LAPD station with her confession taped to her butt.
"Oh that," said Lilah. She brought her hand out of her pocket and tasered me… again.
I fell back swearing, trying to force my limbs to work. Lilah picked up the knife from the floor and moved towards me. I tried to react as she slid the sacrificial potty beneath me and gripped my wrist, but even though my brain was telling my muscles to work they seemed to be having different ideas. Wiggingly, my pain sensors were up to the job of brain connection and it burned like agony as the knife sliced into my palm. Lilah twisted my hand round, so that the blood dropped down from the cut into her silver potty. It gushed at first, then slowed to a quick pitter-patter of drips and then to a slower, gradual, drop. Only when it stopped did Lilah let go off my wrist. She looked at the pool of Slayer blood and nodded with satisfaction.
Her lips brushed my forehead, "The taser should wear off in a few minutes, Buffy, but I’ll be long gone. Don’t hand around, my colleagues aren’t up for the rough stuff themselves, but as you can guess we know people who are and they’ll be dozens of demons here in an hour." She put the sacrificial dagger on the floor a few feet from me, "That should help cut free of the ropes."
I watched as she stood up, one hand holding my blood, the other straightening her well-cut, expensive suit, "Buffy, tonight, it wasn’t personal. It was a fun summer, but fun’s got to end. I might see you around sometime – if I do the cappuccinos are on me."
She turned and walked out the door.
*
Once I stopped spasming Lilah was right; it only took moments to cut my bonds. I headed out; into a labyrinth of twisting tunnels. One not checked up on very often by Public Health I guessed, wild rats combined with the smell of their prey and faeces to produce a fragrance of non-delightfulness. Nor was I sure that some of the piles of bones, sometimes with fleshy bits attached, were totally the work of rodents – at least not any rodent which wasn’t six foot high and with teeth like a T-Rex. Gripping my knife tightly I sped through the tunnels, keeping away from going down those intersections where I heard the ragged breathing of something demonic or the smell of something I didn’t want to step on. I might be a vamp slayer, but I much prefer it overground and doused in some sweet fragrance; not in sewerville which smelt like barf city.
With a few wrong turns, fewer than I expected, more than I wanted I was out and into the fresh air. I never thought I’d say that LA smells good, but I guess its all relative. I started to walk from side alley I’d come out in and towards the main streets; the light was starting to dim, but there was plenty left. I also noticed that everyone was avoiding me – I guess I looked like crap and was also stinking like it. Still it meant I got a seat on the bus to the apartment me and Lily shared.
I’d been thinking about hopping straight on the greyhound to Sunnydale. Except that I wanted to check Lily was alright; that the bitch that set me up hadn’t gone for her to get her out of the way permanently. Plus I didn’t think the greyhound would let me board in my present condition and anyway there wasn’t one until later that night
"Lily," I called as I entered.
There was no answer.
I walked into the apartment; her dress from last night was draped over the couch. I picked it up and smelt it, no trace of blood, though I could smell some cum on it – fresh…
Then I saw the note;
‘Dear Buffy. Guessing you hit lucky last night after all… you go girl!!! Me too!!! Go girl me as well!!!! I’ve got some overtime at the club. See ya later!!!!’
I screwed it up and tossed the note towards the trash bucket – a hole in one. I headed to the shower, soaping myself down for what seemed an age – needing to get the stink of me and any touch of Lilah. The first was easy, the second was more difficult – if she hadn’t quiet got into my soul she had been heading that way.
Crap, I needed a casual, very casual fucking I decided as I lathered my hair for the sixth time; but unless someone came made for order I was out of luck. At a time like this there’s little a girl can do except work the shampoo bottle, and so, making a mental note to throw it once finished, I began to use it against my slit. At first I only rubbed it on the outside, pushing the sleek plastic over my lips. The shower had made them wet, sleek and clean, the soapy suds bubbling over my labia. I moaned as I moved, my spare hand caressing my firm titty – equally wet and soaped. Soon it wasn’t only the water from the shower that was glistening over my cunt.
That was the moment to peel apart my sexy pussy and start to push the shampoo bottle in. It was bigger than a dildo, but didn’t have the solid mass at the centre – it was harder to slide in, but as it entered my tight teenage cunt would push back, crushing the bottle. I groaned and worked it, pushing against the resistance and making my wrist ache. The lid slid over my e-zone, sending warm waves into me, the pleasure a rival to that of the warm water jetting out and over my skin. I moaned again and jacked harder, pushing the shampoo container into my hole and feeling it crumple as I squeezed harder with effort. The cum trickled from my twat, down the plastic and over my hand. At least I thought it was cum; it might have been shower water…
I closed my eyes and pushed harder, visions of sexy beauties playing in my head, imaginings that I wasn’t alone servicing myself, but was in the middle of a gaggle of sluts, each begging me to tongue their well shaven cunts. It was such a powerful dream that I was close to cumming even without the stimulation and had to lean against the wall to steady myself. Harder and harder I played, as the imaginary nymphs frolicked in my mind, giggling and pouting mercilessly…
The orgasm wasn’t the best I had; but good should never be an enemy of perfect. I gasped and moaned, bending my body as I came. The bottle was distorted and twisted, covered with Slayer juice. I stepped out of the shower, dropping it in the trash as I reached for my towel. I dried away the worst of the water, before wrapping the towel round me and heading to my room to pack.
It didn’t take me long; I hadn’t left Sunnydale with much and I was returning with little more. I opened my wallet and took out the cash I’d made over the summer; it had been my college fund, but I’d earned most of it from Lilah and it seemed tainted. I placed it under the clock in the kitchen, beside a note to Lily, telling her the money was hers. I hoped she’d use it wisely… she wasn’t a Slayer; she had a future beyond killing things – I just hoped she knew that.
I opened the front door and hefted the rucksack over my shoulder. There were a good few hours to kill before the greyhound bus to Sunnydale, but I needed to be gone before Lily came back and refused the money. I shut the door and headed away down the corridor, not looking back.
I didn’t yet know it, but I still had one more fuck before I left the city of angels…
*
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?"
I looked up from my magazine and across the floor of the crowded coach-station. It took me a second to see who was calling, another second to recognise who they were. In between those two seconds I smiled a warm greeting, as the horny part of my brain tagged it was a cute, blonde hottie that was mentioning my name. And she was approaching me. Then my smile fell as the visual recognition part of brainy sent me a message on who it was; "Detective Lockley…" I said nervously. It’d been just my luck that I decided to head home and back to being a good(ish) girl and the LAPD decided to bust me for the pranging of the cop car.
The cop looked at my bag and then my face, and a slow smile crossed her face, "I see you’re taking my advice and splitting from the She-Bitch of Wolfram and Hart."
"You’re not planning to arrest me, Detective?" I asked, still looking nervously at the handcuffs on her belt.
"You can call me Kate," she smiled and I noticed that her glance was heading towards my bosom. It was only a brief look, then she moved her eyes up again, but her mouth was formed in a smile, which was saying more than her words, "I’m not planning to do so. Unless you’ve been a bad girl."
I gave the clock on the wall a brief glimpse. There was time between now and my coach for something longer than a quickie, if shorter than a full drawn out all nighter bangathon. I smiled one of my most seductive smiles, the one that says, ‘I’m a dirty slutty Buffy, take me’ and followed it with, "I’m always a bad girl…". It came out almost like a purr, and like a cat loving its milky cream I gave a small vibration of pleasure. The way my hands moved to the zip of my jeans would have seemed innocent to a casual observer, but not to one who was close enough to see my lips slightly open and my tongue move round their inside. ‘I am a naughty whore, who needs to be fucked… now’ they said silently.
Kate smiled, reading my messages loud and clear, "I think we need to go somewhere private so I can ask you some questions…"
"Off course officer," I giggled, then set my face firm; teenage runaways don’t get the vapours when being led away. I stood up and said loudly, "I haven’t done nuthin’", in my best street voice before turning to face her and mouthing silently "…yet..."
"Do you want me to cuff you?" Kate responded loudly, giving me a sly wink.
I fought the urge to say ‘Yes, please’ and instead growled, "Fuck you, copper."
Kate twisted my hands behind my back, not too painfully but with a tough domination. I could have put her on her back with one flick of my wrist, but that would spoil my fun. So I let her push my arms up my back and grip me roughly by the shoulder with one hand. Thoughtfully she picked up my bag with her other and led me, quivering with excited anticipation, through the coach station towards the Ladies washroom.
There was a security man, all paunch and baldness standing near it, the guardian of nose-powdering. He straightened as Kate approached, like they were equals in law enforcement, instead of her being a highly trained professional and him an over-glorified security dog on just over minimum wage. His eyes flicked to the badge on her belt "You need a hand dealing with this one, Detective?"
"No. I’m just going to need a few minutes alone. Me and the blonde are going to have a small chat about some things," said Kate like a character from a bad-cop movie. She nodded to the door of the ladies, "Make sure no-one comes in until I’ve finished questioning her."
All sorts of queries would have sprung to my mind – like ‘What’s she done?’ ‘Wouldn’t you be best taking her down the station?’ and ‘Is the ladies the best place to question a suspect?’ But officer donut just nodded with the wiseness of a nodding dog and the gruffness of a fluffy puppy, "Sure thing Detective. Anyone who wants past will have to get past me." Kate seemed content with his answer, as she smiled and thanked him. Me? - well I just hoped that no Girl Scout wanted a pee as I didn’t think he’d stop a determined pre-schooler from getting in.
Kate barged open the door, a couple of gothic looking teens looked up from the white powder in front of them, first in surprise, then anger and then, when they saw Kate was holding a badge, fear. Luckily the blonde cop wasn’t interested in them, she gave a scowl, "Out…". The pair of them were out quicker than a vamp after a virgin.
As soon as the door closed behind them I was on tiptoes, latching my face onto Kate’s. She responded with the same wild passion, grabbing me round my waist and pulling me close into her. My mouth opened and her tongue thrust brutally in, pushing deep into me and pinning my own tongue down. I bent backwards under the force of her as she pressured me backwards with her mouth. I let her for a moment and then I swung back, pushing up and slamming my own tongue at her. It was so intense, neither of us was breathing, just slurping and munching, lips and tongues battling for control. Then we broke, both of us breathing heavily. The cop smiled, "Want me to uncuff you?"
I grinned back, "I’ve got a coach to catch, remember? Why waste time? And I’ve never done it in cuffs before."
"There’s a first time…" Kate said. Her hands reached for my jeans, popping the button and pulling down the zip. She started to pull them and my panties down, exposing my shaven slot. I struggled to get onto to the shelf between the basins, the hard tiles scraping at me as I jumped up. It was harder to manage without hands, but Kate gave me a help. She gripped my waist and as I jumped up she hoisted, landing me on my butt. I swung my legs out and she finished removing my jeans and panties, sliding them down over my ankles and knocking away my slip-ons at the same time.
She pulled my legs apart and moved in between them. She slid her body close to mine, so that my chest was almost touching hers and our mouths were so close together our breathing played over the other. Her hand moved to my thigh, rubbing and massaging it. Her other hand moved to my pussy. I gave a moan as she rubbed the lips, "Go on, finger my cunt."
There was no need for a second invite. I gasped in pleasure, my body straightening, as she brutally shoved two fingers deep in. And by deep I mean all the way in. My cunt lit with joy at the intrusion, starting to seep as she hammered in again. There was no gradual work-up, just sudden, slamming; fast and brutal and hard. My hands automatically wanted to move, to grip myself or her. But they were pinned behind me, useless and stuck – the lack of control added to my pleasure. I gasped, rocking back so hard my head banged the mirror; "Police brutality…" I gasped.
"You want to see police brutality," said Kate, licking her lips, "How about this?"
Three fingers rammed into my cunt, opening it up and making it juice like a ripe orange. I screamed and gasped in pleasure as she thrashed into my cunt, hammering the clit like it was a bank robber on the lam. My body arched and moved in time with her severe slamming, my head bouncing against the mirror and making the mirror shake almost as much as me. I felt myself go red as my blood rushed round my body in a circulatory storm. I began to heat, thin slivers of perspiration forming on my skin. I squealed as the fingers rammed into me, "Fuuuucccckkk, fuuuuucckkk, fuuuucccckkk!"
Kate’s mouth was on my neck, kissing and slurping at my throat, her lips and teeth gripping at my skin in a passionate frenzy. I almost tore my hands off in my desire to sweep my arms round her back and pull her into me; I could feel the metal cutting into my skin as a I struggled. The excitement rose, a feeling of danger combining with my normal thrill to intensify the stimulating pleasure. I shouted out, "I’m yours, Kate, do what you want…"
That’s when the full fist went in.
I screamed and bucked as the thumb and little finger joined their compadres in my cunt. The walls stretched and cum leaked. I screamed; my hole wasn’t unused to being elasticated, but that didn’t mean I didn’t hurt. Nor did it mean I wasn’t in bliss – the orgasm hitting me harder than any pain. My body started to move into orgasmic overdrive as Kate drove home, the four fingers and a thumb joined together like a duck’s beak pecking hard at my special spot; "Fuuuccckkk! Fuuuccckkkk! Fuuuuccckkkk!"
"Can you take it Buffy? Can you take it all?" Kate drew her mouth back from my neck and panted as she beat my clit into submission.
"I can take it, I can take it harder," I gasped and shrieked, slamming the back of my head so hard against the mirror it cracked, "Give it me harder…"
The strength of Kate’s slams increased, her thrusts thrashing into me with a bruising brutality. I bounced around, my pussy blazing with lust and with only the cum pumping out of it to cool it down; luckily there was plenty of that. I was soaking like a waterfall, the girlie juice spraying out each time the fist hammered me. My lubricated cunt was widening out, orgasming with every movement – I was a stretched, sore and very, very satisfied Slayer. I screamed again as an extra hard orgasm blew up in my twat, singeing my nerves and making my body dance. My head smashed against the mirror.
"Fuck, when I asked if you could take it…" Kate was panting as she pulled out her fist, it was dripping with Buffy juice, "You can… and a half."
My aching, elasticated cunt was throbbing as it tried to return to more a respectable size; cum was still dripping from it, leaving a pool of juice beneath me on the basin counter. I grinned, "We’ve all got to have skills and amongst mine is sluttiness. Now it’s time to return the favour… You can either uncuff me or I’ll need to use my tongue."
"Tongue it is," grinned Kate. She undid her jeans and pulled them off, leaning against the wall and opening her legs. Her hands moved to her slit; bald apart from a small patch of hair above it. Slowly she prized open the hole between her fingers as I struggled to jump off the basin and get to my knees, "Come eat me, Summers," she ordered.
She smiled as I approached, "Slurp me out good. I want to cum like an atomic bomb." I got to my knees for the last few feet, waddling across the tiled floor to get to her as with my handcuffs once down it was much easier to stay down.
Sometimes it’s a please to tease, but this time I got no chance. The cop grabbed the back of my head with her spare hand and pushed me into her pussy, "Get in, eat me out."
My mouth opened and I began to slurp and lick at the hole, my tongue darting in and around, even as my lips crashed into her flesh. She was wet in moments, my saliva and her juice combining in a sexy liquid refreshment. She squealed in ecstasy as I went home, my tongue slamming deep at her. She pushed harder, forcing my face down so far that my nose was jammed into her and I was sniffing up her cum as much as I was slurping it down. It was suffocating, but gratifying, as I smelt, tasted and felt her wetness. My hands automatically tried to move, to push myself free, but the handcuffs held them as tightly in place as Kate’s own hands held my head. I slurped and sucked, suffocating and gasping for air, panting into her pussy. Above me I could feel her heaving and gasping for breaths as I sent her into an orgasmic bliss of carnal desire.
"Yessssss, yesssssss, yessssss!" she screamed. Her hands pulled at my ponytail, jerking my head away from her soaked cunt. I quickly gasped for air, sucking in the oxygen and then I was down into her again. Her hands followed me, pushing me into her wet slit. I slurped and licked, drinking down her cum like it was a fine Californian wine.
The handcuffs scraped against my wrists, chafing them as I moved – I loved it. There was something exciting and dangerous about not being fully in control. The risk of being caught, feeling yourself in someone else’s hands, perhaps even the touch of metal – whatever it was it was making me as lust-filled as only a horny teenage Slayer can be. And I attacked Kate’s slit with a passion that proved it. Her body rocked and pounded against the wall, as my mouth devoured her cum and my lips munched her warm, wet cunt walls. My tongue thrust and probed and licked, never remaining in place for long, but dashing like a rapier into crevice and hole and crease.
"Yessssss, yessssss, yessssss!" Kate was barely in control off herself. Her hands were gripping and pulling at my hair, pulling clumps out of my hair-band so I imagined I looked like a scarecrow, a very cum soaked scarecrow. She screamed again and her body slammed so hard against the wall it shook. Her juicy pussy dripped into my mouth and I drank down, "Yesssss…. Yesssss…. Fuuuuuccckkk yesssss!" she shouted in orgasmic rapture. Her body tensed and relaxed, her hands dropping from my head and falling limply to her side, as she slid down the wall to sit.
I grinned, still tasting her girl juice; it was good. She smiled back and wiped a sweat stained strand of hair from her forehead, "Christ, Buffy, where did you learn to lick like that."
I laughed and said, "Sunnydale… it’s home."
"And I thought you were heading back because of my advice… fuck, if the pussy eatings are all like that I’m surprised you ever left," Kate shook her head in wonder.
I sprang to my feet, grinning, "It’s got its good points," I walked over to the basin counter and leant down face first waggling my ass, "If you need to question me some more Detective, there’s a dildo in my bag. I sing like a canary when my ass is filled with it… or at least I squeal like a butt-fucked tramp."
Kate pulled herself up and headed to my bag, pulling out my dildo. It wasn’t the biggest one; I’d left that for Lily in case she got lonely – but it was still eight inches and thick as a branch. The cop touched the tip with her tongue, "Spread them…"
I moved my legs apart as she said, feeling my cheeks part as I did so. My hands rested on the small of my back and I rubbed at the top of my ass crack with a finger as Kate walked behind me. She took the dildo in her mouth, like a pirate with a dagger, as she peeled my butt cheeks apart further. Her little finger slid slowly over my tight, puckered hole. I gave a little moan of anticipation, hoping she was going to open me. But she didn’t, instead she just rubbed at the entrance, teasing and enticing, but not fingering. Her other hand moved round to caress my cheek for a moment. I gave a small cry of excitement as her massage turned to a slap, "Oh spank me, spank bad Buffy Summers."
She didn’t; two slaps on my ass and that was all. Her hand moved from my reddened cheek and in the mirror I saw her take the dildo in it. I watched as she sucked it in and out of her mouth, like it was a lolly; at the same time still running her finger over my hole. I closed my eyes, purring in anticipation as she pulled the toy out of her mouth. I felt the saliva from it drop onto my cheeks as her hand which had been massaging moved to push open my crack again. "Ready?"
I was born ready. I nodded and purred, "Put it in me, dildo my tight butt hole."
The tip of the toy pushed at my hole. I gave a gasp of pleasure as it broke through the top and down into the chute, rising to meet it. Despite all the use it gets my anal passage was a tight as tight can be, the benefit of being a Slayer. It meant Kate had to push, forcing the toy down against my ass’s natural resistance. I shoved back, raising my butt to help it in and groaning in gratification as Kate moved deeper. I could feel my a-hole expand and elasticate; the walls pushed away by the smooth, wet plastic prick. As Kate worked it back and forth my chute expanded and she moved it faster and harder. I screamed and bucked as my anal nerve endings exploded with joy and my erogenous zones started to do a tango, "Toy my ass, toy my slutty, whory teenage ass!"
I could hear Kate panting and I opened my eyes again to watch her in the mirror. Her face was red with exertion of opening my ass, beads of perspiration dripping down her forehead. I could see her elbow jacking back and forth, hammering with speed. It was worth it, my ass a tunnel of bliss. I screamed and gasped, my handcuffed hands bouncing against my back as I shuddered in pleasure, "That’s it. Fill me, stretch me, make me cum!"
I screamed as an orgasm blew into my mind. My back bent backwards and my head shot up, my hair whirling round as it came back down, smacking into the mirror. The dildo raced into my rapidly expanding butt chute, bullying aside any resistance. The touch of the plastic was making me cum and buck, the pleasure intense. And more so as Kate suddenly sped up and went to town, hammering the plastic dong deep and hard into my butt. I shrieked and squealed as I came again and again, the explosive orgasms merging into one heavenly blast of pure bliss; a moment of almost perfect happiness, "Aaaaaaarrrghhh," I yelled and bent, "I’m…. aaaaaarrrghhhh… cuuuuummm…"
The cop didn’t stop, continuing to plough my open asshole like all that mattered was the filling the gaping hole with dildo. I could hardly move, all I could do was buck like a bronco, slamming my body hard into the washroom counter even as the toy was slammed hard into me. My pussy was wet; but it was my ass that was aflame. Behind me Kate’s arm was moving so fast it was almost a blur as she thrust the toy deep, down into me. She had a look of pleasured concentration on her face, as she enjoyed ass-dildoing me. Not as much as I was enjoying it though; I screamed again, so loud I could almost feel my vocal chords twang and snap, "Aaaaaaaarrrrghhhh, yesssssss…. I…… fuuuuuucccckkkk!"
I was blown into an incoherent state of pure lust as the orgasms rose again. They blew through me like a hurricane hitting the coast, blasting out everything and leaving me a whimpering mess of orgasmic bliss… My head hit the washbasin with a crack so hard that it bruised. I didn’t mind; compared to the cumming that I’d just had a little pain seemed a teensy tiny price.
Kate pulled the plastic dildo out of my ass. In the mirror I saw her stick my toy in her mouth and lick it, before putting it under the tap and washing it. I just lay there panting as slowly my ass returned, if not to normal, at least to a less than totally gaped state. I was still unable to speak as Kate undid my handcuffs, though I did work up the strength to move my wrists to my front and rub them.
Kate began to put on her jeans, "What time is your coach?"
I looked at my watch, "In about five minutes," I groaned and forced myself to pull my own jeans on. I gazed in the mirror, I was a mess – lipstick smudged, eye-shadow running, hair sticking at angles and with a massive bruise on top of my forehead. I gave a smile; I’d been given a good going over by the cop – though I’d enjoyed it more than most suspects did. I didn’t have time to clean up properly; I’d have to do that at a restroom stop. I followed Kate out the door.
The security guard was still there, hands in his belt. He looked at me, taking in my roughened state and that I was no longer wearing handcuffs. Then he looked at Kate, his mouth opening, as he struggled and wondered what to say. She smiled and shrugged, "Not the suspect I was after."
I gave him a wink and headed to catch my coach. I began to hum a happy tune.
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