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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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"More peas, Faith?" Mom wasn’t waiting for an answer before she was spooning an extra portion of greens onto Faith’s plate.
Luckily Faith was a girl who ate, amongst other things, her greens. She nodded, "Thanks Mrs S. You’re spoiling me." She flashed a pretty smile, all white teeth and lips covered in a dark, gothlike lipstick, "Not that I mind I haven’t eaten home cooked food like this… well ever. It’s delish."
"Call me Joyce," said Mom, beaming broadly at the compliments to her ability to time the boiling of a pan.
"’kay, Joy," said Faith. That was one thing I’d noticed about Faith; she seemed unable to say a full name – it was always B, or Twinkie or Blondie or sometimes, either to tease or frustrate me – I hadn’t decided which - Girlfriend.
"So how are you settling in?" asked Mom.
"Fantastic," said Faith, pausing to shovel in some peas, "Everyone’s making me feel right at home and there’s enough vamps to keep me sweaty."
"That’s good," said Mom sounding a bit doubtful as she thought about whether staking vamps was as enjoyable as Faith made it sound. I imagined a very sweaty Faith; which was a lot more appealing. Mom looked at me strangely and I composed my features to a more neutral tone as she said, "It makes me feel a lot better to know Buffy has another Slayer. This is an important year; perhaps Giles might think about less patrolling and more library time."
"I think we’re putting in enough weapons training," I said, before twigging that Mom wasn’t talking about my ability to kickbox my Watcher after school. "Oh you mean like reading books and that. I’ll be sure to mention."
"He’s a training ogre, isn’t he?" said Faith, "I mean I like a bit of a workout as much as the next Slayer, but the best training is out on the streets. And he’s got a fixation on making us know everything about the bad we’re planning to splatter. Me, all I want to know is what pointy thing to use and where to stick it. Y’know what I mean Twinks?"
I hate having to defend Giles, it’s like having to say nice things about your teacher, but… "He’s just trying to make sure we’re up to the job and ready for whatever jumps us."
Faith snorted, "Sure B, but there’s overkill. I mean I’ve seen you in action, you’re not some slow-coached pacifist when the vamps are around. He needs to let us have some fun… or historying if that’s your thing."
"Perhaps, a little bit of fun," I conceded, Faith was right in that Giles did sometimes forget I was a teenage girl and my idea of a good night was not dodging gross looking liquid coughed up some slime demon. Mom gave me a Mom look so I quickly added, "And some study as well. Fun, study and slaying, all in the right proportions that’s the Buffy philosophy."
"As long as you get them in the right proportions," said Mom and Faith nodded, though I guess she had a different idea of the fun:study ratio than Mom.
I could see Mom thinking about the wonderful visage of Buffy having more Math time. I needed to move on before she’d worked out a full-time study schedule. I turned to Faith, "You fancy comin’ out and getting sweaty with me." Faith grinned a wicked grin as I realised what I said and what I meant weren’t the same thing. I gave a quick smile back, "I mean patrolling and getting some sweats by stabbing some demony bads."
"I knew what you meant," Faith was still grinning, "My mind isn’t all on one thing."
"What can I say? I need more fun in my life," I grinned as Faith gave a throaty laugh. I gotta say I liked her. I mean Kendra had been fine, but she wasn’t exactly setting the world on fire party wise. Faith, on the other hand, was much more exciting with a casual disregard for any rules and schooling, which was intoxicating, even if I didn't intend to follow her example in dropping out to live in a cheap motel. Okay she might be trouble, but she was fun trouble and after my summer I reckoned I could do with a little.
*
The morning after our alleyway meeting Faith had been in the library when I breezed in, looking amazed at the number of books and bored by Giles’ lecture on them. She winked at me and jumped off the desk she’d be sitting on, "Hey blondie… good to see you again."
"I was talking," said Giles in irritation. He suddenly paused, looked at me and then at Faith, "You know each other?"
"We met last night. I helped B here dust a few vamps," Faith said.
As I remembered it was me helping her, she’d handled them so well my main role had been handing her the stake. There was no need to tell Giles the gruesome details, he was already moaning I needed to spend more time on my speed training and there was no need to give him evidence for his view I was too slow. Instead I nodded and turned to Faith, "You’re a Slayer?"
"Yep," she gave a cocky grin, "Just been called a few weeks back. The Council decided to send me here, reckon there were enough vamps for us both – personally after last night I’m not so sure, we may want to divide them up, do a rota type of thing."
"You knew Faith was coming?" I asked Giles.
"I may have read an e-mail," said Giles, "But it was over the summer, and you weren’t around to tell. And then I may have forgot…"
At least Giles had mastered the new fangled tech of computers so I forgave him. Anyway I had bigger things to worry about. "I saw Darla," I turned to Faith, "Y’see a blonde come out a few moments before me. Kinda slutty lookin."
She grinned, "I saw some blonde earlier, makin’ hot and heavy with some older brunette. Know what I mean?"
I did and blushed. Luckily Giles didn’t, he frowned and said, "I don’t think that could be Darla, she’d have bitten the brunette and we’d have found a body." As Faith made an exaggerated roll of her eyes he turned from us and walked over to a pile of books on the table, "Are you sure it was Darla? You only got a brief glimpse and you did stake her before."
"It was Darla," I was more certain than ever that the blonde tramp was back from whatever hell dimension I’d sent her tripping too.
"Mmmnnn," Giles turned back to us, holding a book, "So she’s back."
"I know she’s not dead, I’ve seen her," I retorted.
"I believe you," Giles said calmly.
"Oh," I’d been so expecting a lecture on the impossibility of vamps re-returning from the grave that I’d geed myself up for Giles to disagree, him agreeing kinda knocked my mouth:brain connection out of its loop.
Faith wasn’t so befuddled, "So what’s the negative? She’s a vamp - so we find her, we stake her, we go hit the Bronze for some jiggy-jiggy time before bed," she winked at me.
"She mean’s dancing," I said to Giles, though from the look on Faith’s face she was thinking more on the horizontal jiggy-jiggy and she wasn’t meaning to head to bed alone. He frowned and I quickly moved the conversation away from Faith’s planned nocturnal naughtiness to Darla, "And it’s a plan, Giles. I got her once, I can do it again, especially now me and Faith are partnering."
Giles spectacles were off for cleaning again, I really ought to buy him some decent lens cleaner. He cleared his throat, as he thought, "Quiet. If we knew where to find her. And if we knew who brought her back and why. Bringing back a vampire, or indeed any demon or human, back from dead it requires powerful magics; whoever did it is not some minor sorcerer or a dead beat vampire cult and it’s not something that would be done on a whim."
"So you’re saying this Darla chick might be like part of some big plot to destroy the world or something," Faith asked.
"Yes," replied Giles gravely.
"Cool," said Faith, not showing the seriousness that Giles was expecting. She grinned, "So the plan is find Darla, stake her and then find big bad that brought her back and stake it."
"In a nutshell," said Giles.
*
Faith kicked a pebble and it bounced along the path; which was about the most exciting thing that had happened all night. Or all week, come to that; Faith’s plan of staking Darla had hit the one problem we hadn’t been able to solve – we didn’t know where the tramp vamp was. For the last few days we had been following pretty much the same routine, a scout of the cemeteries and the parks, then off to the Bronze to make sure Darla and other fiends weren’t hanging round for the munchies. Luckily for the teens bopping in the Bronze there were no hungry vamps hanging around eyeing them for a savoury snack. And Faith could dance, gyrating like a pole-dancer whilst I was busy looking in dark corners for the blonde bad.
Today was Sunday, which was why Mom had suggested Faith come round for a roast – leading to Faith spending most of the morning ringing me up with cracks about what kinda roast it was gonna be – beef or spit? It also meant the Bronze was closed, so with no boogie night to look forward Faith’s enthusiasm for the hunt was to, put it mildly, low. She kicked the pebble again, this time it pinged off the path and into the grass next to a gravestone. She looked at it for a second, before putting her hands in her jacket pocket and turning to me, "You Mom is pretty cool, y’know, for like a forty year old."
"Sure, I guess. She has her moments," I said.
"Mine was a drunken hag. Still is probably. Haven’t seen her since I was ten, that when the Watchers Council came for me and took me into training. I thought she might have come down from the apartment to wave me off as I left. She didn’t, probably counting the money and making sure the la-di-dah Council hadn’t fuckin’ short-changed her." She stopped speaking and looked off into the distance. I paused and waited for her to continue, Faith wasn’t the sharing kind and this was as open as she’d been. There was a brief moment of silence, "Five hundred dollars they offered, and she was such a bitch she’d have snatched their hands off if they offered her half that."
"Oh, I don’t think they ever offered my Mom anything. I don’t she have sold me," I said.
"Off course she wouldn’t, Twinkie, they weren’t buying me, they were protecting me. If I’d stayed with her I’d be in jail by now, or a junkie or dead. The money was just an excuse, cos no-one wanted to say, ‘Mrs Lehane you’re a druggie whore and we’re takin’ your daughter cos you’re not fit to be a mother’. Take it from me B, your Mom is pretty cool."
"She is," I agreed.
Any further revelations about Faith’s upbringing were brought to abrupt halt as a vamp rushed out from behind a mausoleum. He hands were hooked like claws and his face was already contorted into vamp mode, though even before death and dragging himself through six feet of dirt he didn’t look like he’d been an underwear model. Hissing he moved towards us, he might have been scary if we were to cheerios taking a short cut home, but to two Slayers he looked about as dangerous as a new born kitten. I looked at Faith and she shrugged, "He’s nearest me."
"He’s not even trying," I replied and tossed her a stake.
The vamp halted and looked at Faith and then me, his expression slowly changing from malevolence through confusion to fear, "Er, Slayer, Slayers… no harm, no foul, I’ll just be on my way."
Faith walked up to him, "Wait a mo, fangs," she raised the stake.
The vamp punched out. Faith easily deflected it his fist, and then dodged his foot which followed microseconds behind. He flailed once more, trying to connect with the brunette’s face. She dodged back, easily avoiding the unskilled blows, "This is too easy," she said and whacked away his knees with a low kick.
He landed on the ground, Faith dropped down and stabbed. There was an explosion of dirt. Faith stood up and tossed me my stake back, before brushing her hands to get rid of any bits of vamp that were sticking to them, "Y’know the big trouble with dusting vamps?"
"It gets in your hair?"
"Second biggest problem then," she laughed.
I shook my head, but Faith didn’t give me an answer, instead she said, "Let’s split up B, there’s no threats tonight and we’ll cover the ground quicker." Before I could say anything she was turning away from me, "I’ll hit Restfield Cemetery and the Park, you finish here and then give a quick check of the Football Field. We’ll meet later."
She started to jog away as I took in what she said and reckoned I’d be finished much before her, Faith hadn’t worked her geography properly. I turned after her, "Where?" I shouted.
"Where what?" she yelled back.
"Where will we meet?"
She was so far away the answer was nearly lost in the darkness, "We’ll think of something;" which was as much use as a toothbrush in a car wash.
*
After Faith had zipped away like I had the plague I continued my patrol. There was even less than nothing doing, no slime beasts or werewolves, not a vampire or an Inca Mummy Girl – not even a couple of muggers after a late night stroller’s purse; in fact come to that there weren’t even any late night strollers. I dutifully continued through the Cemetery and then the Football Field, which was even less busy than the graveyard – no undead footballers were having a midnight game. With a sigh I headed; I should catch Faith before she finished the park.
She wasn’t there and I couldn’t see any sign she had been,. I headed to the Restfield Cemetery in case she’d run into trouble there and got delayed into dusting a couple of vampires. Once I got there it was even quieter than the Football Field, even the owls were taking a night off. I searched round, looking for signs of a struggle, shattered benches, piles of dust, bloodied pools. There was nothing, so either the Sunnydale Grave Maintenance Service had taken up night work or my partner in Slaying hadn’t spent the evening battling bads.
The answer to the mystery hit me like a ice-pick to the brain, Trotsky style – she hadn’t gone patrolling, she’d gone goofing off. And I, like little Miss Dumbface, had fallen for it, merrily (or not so) wandering round the boringly quiet demon hunting grounds whilst she’d headed to get some Zees. I stood their boiling with rage, and then I laughed, "B…" I said in a bad Bostonian, "Serves you for being a sucker."
I’d speak to Faith tomorrow, perhaps I’d tell her that she should do her job properly and be Stern Buffy or perhaps I’d say next time she had the urge to pull an early to let me know, cos I might want to have fun myself and be Party Buffy. I’d make my mind up when I spoke to her. I headed home, vaguely wondering whether she’d gone to her crumby motel or was at some even crappier late night bar trying to score some beer and pussy.
I opened the door to my house. The Hansel and Gretel trail of clothes from the door to the bedroom told me exactly where Faith was. Her jacket was right next to the door, her T-shirt next to the stairs with her black bra hanging over the banister. It wasn’t that she’d been a solo striptease either. Mom’s blouse was on the first step and one of her shoes on the second. I followed the trail of discarded garments up the stairs, the moans coming from Mom’s room telling me where they ended if I had been naive enough not to guess.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," gasped Faith, "Fuck me hard J." She stopped speaking and began squeaking and squealing, the shrieks high-pitched and excited. I kicked aside a pair of thongs and walked along the landing towards Mom’s room. Faith began to talk again, "Oooh, fuck, fuck me harder, fuck me harder."
The door to Mom’s room was open and I stopped to look in. A completely naked Faith was on her hands and knees on Mom’s bed, a sweaty sheen making her skin glitter under the bedroom light. Her eyes were closed as she gasped and moaned, through an ‘O’ shaped mouth and her fingers were gripping hard at the quilt beneath her, dragging it towards her like a comfy blanket. Behind her was an equally naked Mom, her hands holding hard to the brunette’s waist as she rocked back and forth, slamming a strap-on into Faith from behind. Even as I looked my fellow Slayer shook and squealed in orgasm, her head bouncing like she was at a heavy rock gig, and her hair shooting round electrified. She screamed out a series of shouts, "Aaaaarrggghh, aaaaarrrggghhh."
Mom knew what Slayers need and she barely paused before resuming her fucking of the teen brunette, her titties bouncing energetically as she rammed Faith with speed, force and skill. Faith started to groan and gasp again, shuddering under the pummelling she was getting, "Fuck me, fuck my ass. I want your big rubber cock up my butt. I want you to fuck that big dildo so far up me I won’t be able to sit until Doomsday. I want you to open my asshole like it’s a Church on Sunday. Fuck my fucking Slayer butt!"
I felt a small twinge of jealousy. Mom had been right that I needed to move on from her, but seeing that and doing that weren’t the same. Especially when I was looking at her huge melons bounce as she whacked another Slayer into orgasm – it should have been me there, having my ass stretched. I reached to the top of my pants and popped the top button, if I joined them that wouldn’t be being with Mom, more like joining my Slayer friend.
Mom had been watching me, not saying anything as she had been concentrating on butt-ramming Faith. But as my button sprang open she spoke, "Night, Buffy. I’ll see you tomorrow."
I didn’t think anything could awaken Faith from her orgasmic trance, but my name did. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her expression torn between an embarrassed horror at seeing me standing their and a pleasured excitement as Mom’s dildo continued to pound into her ass. Her words mirrored her face, "Shit B, I didn’t expect you back so soooooon…. Ooooohhh fuck Mrs S, that’s it, fuck my asssssssss…"
I paused for a moment, as Faith continued to stare at me and Mom continued to pound into her. Mom spoke again, "Buffy’s just going to bed, weren’t you dear? I’ll see you tomorrow."
"I was, yeah, sure, have a good night," I continued down the landing to my bedroom. Even through a closed door and a wall I could hear the sounds of Faith and my Mom enjoying each other. I put a pillow over my head, it muffled it, but didn’t silence it. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep.
*
"Hello Buffy," said Darla. She was standing in front of me, clutching a Bible and dressed like a Pilgrim Father… well, Mother. Her chaste, virginal look was spoilt by a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth.
I knew I was dreaming, because I was sitting on my bed having a conversation with Mr Gordo. And while weird things happened in Sunnydale, and that could include talking soft toys I couldn’t imagine that even Sunnydale would be so strange that I’d be teasing him with spoilers for the Rachel/Ross romance and that he be sitting on my bed with his trotters in his ears going, "La, la, la, I can’t hear you. La, la, la, I’m not listening," in a singsong voice.
I got up from my bed, I was wearing a very short and transparent nightie and Mr Gordo was def taking a closer look than a stuffed pig should; "Hello Darla. You’re not dead – well apart from the whole unliving vampy thing." I reached for the handy stake I kept in my draw, but in my dream a cucumber had replaced it.
Darla smiled, her teeth were white, pearly and clean, "What you going to do with that Buffy? Hope I’m allergic to salad?"
"Are you?" I asked.
"No," she said and stepped forward to stand directly in front of me. She was so close that I could smell her perfume. I knew it - an expensive scent that that Lilah used to wear. I shook my head, trying to clear it, you cannot smell in dreams… the sweet, sexually seductive smell disappeared. But Darla didn’t, her ruby red lips almost seemed to burn as they touched mine. I tried to resist, to push her off, but I couldn’t move.
"Can I have that?" asked Darla. She moved even closer so that her chest was brushing against mine. My nightie was so thin that I could feel the coarse fabric of her dress against my nipples, the buds hardening as I looked at her. She reached out and took the cucumber from my hand, "Thank you, Buffy."
I didn’t reply as she stepped back and licked it seductively; she smiled and I guessed it wasn’t cold cucumber skin that was making her look so pleased with herself. She licked it again, sliding her tongue round the hard, mottled surface – leaving a wet trail as she went. She looked at Mr Gordo, "Does Buffy always use a cucumber?"
The treacherous little pig squeaked and nodded, "She pushes it up her cunt every night. Works her little teenage twat until its soaked and the cucumber is ruined. Then she takes me and makes me clean her."
"That’s not true Mr Gordo," I said sharply, "I have some proper dildos under my bed." I bent down to pull them out of the chest. Magically it appeared without me having to pull it, sliding like I was a magnet and it was iron. The lid sprang open. It had been embarrassing enough to find my stake was a cucumber, but this was even worse – my sex toys had all turned into beers can and my weapons were a selection of root vegetable. I pulled out a potato that had once been a battleaxe, "Oh."
"Does she put that up her sweet cunny as well?" asked Darla.
I glared at Mr Gordo, "Don’t say a word or you’ll be in the box with my old Barbies." Mr Gordo didn’t speak; he was as unmoving as any toy. Just to make sure I dropped the potato on him – his only reaction was to fall over. Thank God, he was back to being a stuffed toy, a talking pig could spill waaaay too many secrets.
I turned back to Darla. She had changed into a cheerleader outfit when I wasn’t looking, one with a very, very short skirt and a top cropped so low it would have just covered a hobbit maiden - possibly. The cucumber was still in her hand, but now she was sucking it like a lollipop, whilst giving me a ‘naughty girl’ look and playing with a pigtail with her spare hand. She pulled the cucumber out of her mouth, the tip was wet with her saliva. She smiled and passed it to me, "Want to share?"
"No," I said taking the cucumber. I hopped back on the bed and lay back. Mr Gordo seemed to be staring at me, so I pushed him off the bed with a swing of my head. I wasn’t sure, but I might have heard him go ‘Ow’ as he hit the floor. I looked at Darla, she was sucking a real lollipop now. I pulled a face, "This cucumber is mine."
I spread my legs open and pulled up my night-gown to my belly; it was so short it didn’t have to go far. Darla sucked her lollipop and grinned as I started to ease the cucumber into my slot. It was cold and hard, the tip at the end less round and more pointy than I was used to with a dildo, almost like a stake – except cucumbery. It was also thicker than I expected, even with the Darla licking it had got was a squeeze. I lay back and pushed it in, grunting as it moved up me – the tip scraping both painfully and pleasurably within me.
"Work it, Buffy, work it," said Darla, encouraging me.
I moaned as the cucumber continued to pry apart my lips and press at my walls. I could feel myself leaking as I moved the vegetable up and down my pussy. Gradually my cunt began to warm the vegetable, removing the chill that I had been feeling. I began to stretch as well, my walls expanding to fit the vegetable snugly, the cum lubricating it as I pushed. The tip still dug at me. I didn’t care.
Darla began to dance at the end of my bed, her pom-poms whirling as she jumped and somersaulted so energetically the room began to bounce even more. It seemed her energy flowed into me and I began to hammer the cucumber harder and harder at my slit, pressing the clit into orgasmic pleasureville. Darla’s pom-poms were thrust first to the left and then to the right and she began to chant, "Go, go, go, Buffy, go, go, go."
"MMMMnnn, fuck, yes," I moaned as the cucumber hammered in and out of my cunt. With my spare hand I was squeezing my titties, gripping them through the silky negligee and digging my nails in so far they hurt. I slid the vegetable in quicker and quicker.
"B…U…F…F…Y," chanted Darla as she sprang around like a jack-in –the-box on speed, "S…E…X…Y…S…L…A…Y…E…"
I screamed and bucked as I came, the cucumber jammed deep into my cunt. The explosions within me were blissful, warm glows. I arched my back and pushed and pulled at the cucumber; it was slick and damp with cum. I closed my eyes and screamed in pleasure as the vegetable rammed deep within my orgasming cunt, blowing me further into the stratosphere, "Fuuuucckkk, fuuuucckkk."
Darla’s fingers touched my tits. I opened my eyes. She was no longer dancing or dressed as cheerleader, now she was a Nun and lying on the bed beside me. Her lips were as red as blood, seeming to change tone to a darker, almost maroon colour as she smiled, "Ssssh, Buffy. You’re not alone, let me help."
I let go off the cucumber and she took it, pushing it slowly in and out of my cunt. I moaned and began to arch and twist my body again, feeling the warm cum washing over the vegetable. It was rapidly becoming less hard, as my juice soaked it, and my warm cunt squeezed at it. But it was still doing the job, hitting my spot and making me squeal with sexual bliss, "Oh, yes Darla, fuck me with your veg."
"I can make you cum harder, " purred the vamp. Her lips touched my cheek, the kiss tender, but passionate, "I can give you pleasure greater than ever."
"Oh yes," I shrieked, so blown by the orgasms I was out of my mind.
Her teeth bit into my throat. The pain was so intense I felt my brain was about to burst, it was like a thousand icicles were being ground into me. But it was nothing compared to the sheer explosive, orgasmic pleasure that flowed through me – I now knew why no-one fought back when a vampire bit. Even as my heart slowed, I wanted her to bite me more and harder, to make heaven in my body. Things began to go black…
*
"Huuuhhh," I sat up in bed gasping for air and automatically reaching for my throat. The skin was unbroken.
I let go and ran a hand through my hair. It was soaked with sweat, as was the rest of me – the perspiration soaking through my pjs and making the bedding damp.
From Mom’s room I could hear Faith, "Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m yours Mrs S, just make me cum… oh fuck my asssssss!"
I looked at the alarm clock. It was three in the morning. Had Faith and Mom being at it all this time? Or had they slept, woken and gone to it again? I put the question to the back of my mind and got out of bed. I needed to change, my pjs were so wet that if I went back to sleep in them I’d be getting chilled and not in a laid back and happy way. It took me only a few moments to get changed, but even that was enough to make me relax after my nightmare – I’d be thinking too much of Darla and she was now invading my dreams.
I pulled the covers up and turned over.
In Mom’s room Faith shrieked, "Aaaaaarrghhh, yessssss, aaaarrrgggghhh."
*
The kitchen was deserted, the only sign that Mom had been there was a batch of fresh waffles sitting on a plate. I took one as I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and headed out the back door to go to school.
The sun burnt down like flame. Literal flame. My arm was scorching and I could smell my flesh cooking. I dived back into the kitchen, desperately trying to smother the fires. They quickly went out and I pulled back the sleeve of my dressing gown, expecting to see my arm blackened and oozing from the flames. It was untouched.
"You can’t go outside, Buffy. You should know that. You’re a vampire now," Darla was sitting at the kitchen table. She was wearing a pair of dark leather boots, and nothing else.
"I’m a vampire?" I touched my neck. I could feel the holes.
"I sired you. I’m your sire," said Darla.
"You’re my sire?" I repeated in disbelief, "Of all the sires, in the all the world it had to be you!"
"Don’t you remember?" asked Darla. "I asked if you wanted pleasure. You did."
"I wasn’t expecting to be bit. Anyway that was a dream," I sighed in relief as I then added, "This must be as well."
"Perhaps; you hope," smiled Darla enigmatically. She licked her lips and touched a finger to an erect nipple. If I’d been awake I’d have staked the blonde tramp in a heartbeat, but in my dream all I could see was the hard bud sticking out and thinking how sexy the vamp was. I dropped my dressing gown to the floor. I was naked underneath.
Darla stood up, moving from behind the table. I looked, on her mons was a tattoo:
RESPECT
THE
PUSSY
I stared at it, "Hey, that’s mine," I frowned.
"Sure is" she twirled, "and recognise this?"
On her lower back there was a naked angel with oversize wings, the toes pointing down and ended at the top of her ass crack. I glared at her, trying to appear angry rather than lustful "That’s my tramp stamp."
"Looks like we’re sisters, Slayer. Sisters in sin," Darla walked across the kitchen floor, stopping in front of me and sliding her hand down to fondle my shaven slit. I stood still, barely breathing as she moved her hand over it, her thumb pressing down on my lips as she groped and held me. Her lips curled in a small smile, "You staked me Slayer and I sired you. I’ve become you, you’ve become me."
"This is a dream," I said, "remember that. It’s not real."
"It’s as real as we want it to be, Buffy, it can be a dream or a nightmare or it can be real." She was sashaying across the floor to where I was standing. She smiled, "I know you. I know what you want, what you need, Slayer. I know what you need…" she was close to me her voice quiet and her hand gripping under my pussy and squeezing hard.
"What? What do I need?" my voice was hoarse.
"This," she said and slammed a couple of fingers straight into me. I barely had time to gasp and not enough to tell whether that gasp was shock and horror at her invasion or excited, joy. Then her other hand was on the back of my head holding me and her mouth was slammed against mine. I struggled to escape, even as I was opening my lips and letting her tongue force mine down. It felt wrong. It felt good.
Her fingers moved in and out of me, quickly thrusting and jabbing at my clit, making me wet and warm. Waves of pleasure hit me, crashing inside me and making me weak at the knees as she held me in place, stopping me falling or running. Harder and harder she thrust, her elbow moving like a jackhammer as her two digits thrashed home. Suddenly she pulled her mouth back, allowing me some freedom, I twisted back my head crying out with pleasure. I felt my back arch, so hard that the spine hurt and Darla’s fingers continued to pound me. I screamed "Aaaarrrghhh, fuuuucckkk, aaaaarggghh."
As quickly as they’d gone in Darla’s fingers were out, leaving my pussy wet and aching for more. The vampire grinned, "I know Buffy. I know you, I am you."
"You’re guessing," I said, "It’s an erotic dream – anyone would know I’d want fucking."
"Touche," said Darla, "I always loved Paris – it was such a shame I had to eat her."
"Paris?" I was confused, even more than before.
"Capital of France," giggled Darla, she took hold of my tits and squeezed, "Don’t they teach you anything in school?"
I moaned as Darla squeezed at my bosoms, at first she was almost tender, cradling them in her hands. But then she began to grip harder, her nails digging into the flesh, until I was bleeding and my nipples were hard. Darla got close to me, "I asked if they teach you anything?"
"No, no," I moaned, which wasn’t true, but the pain in my titties was making me a bit dizzy.
"I think they do," murmured Darla, "You just don’t listen, Buffy."
I wasn’t quiet sure how it happened, but even as she spoke I found that we were sitting outside on a stone bench, with me over Darla’s knee. I looked up, it was my yard – though the roses were brighter and the lawn was much better kept than me and Mom normally managed. There was one other thing "It’s sunny," I said, "We shouldn’t be out. We’ll burn."
Darla ignored me, instead she said, "I think cane number seven Willow."
I looked up. Willow was standing next to us, wearing a Catholic Schoolgirl uniform. The redhead nodded at Darla’s instruction and turned to Cordelia (who was also dressed as schoolgirl, complete with pigtails, straw boater and one sock pulled higher than the other), "Cane number seven for Miss Darla, Cordelia."
"Cane number seven for Miss Darla, Harmony" said Cordy.
It didn’t surprise me that Harmony was also dressed as a schoolgirl, though her uniform was a different shade from the others. She in turn said, "Cane number seven for Miss Darla, Faith."
Faith’s uniform was so well-turned out that I almost expected her to be guarding Buckingham Palace, the creases and folds were so sharp it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing it and it was part of her skin. She gave a small nod, "Cane number seven for Miss Darla, Mom."
"She’s not your Mom," I said.
Faith turned to me, "It’s your dream."
Mom was also dressed in a school uniform, though her boater was at an jaunty angle and her blouse so far undone that the teachers would have been queuing up to give her detention, "Cane number seven for Miss Darla, Miss Morgan."
Lilah Morgan swished a cane through the air. She was dressed as a teacher, complete with mortar board and long black-gown; as she moved I caught a glimpse of bare skin – naked underneath. She smiled at me and Darla said, "So that’s how you dream of Lilah?"
"I don’t dream of Lilah," I said.
"You do. We can all see her. I think lies should earn extra spanks. What does anyone think?"
"Yes, a dozen," said Mom she took the cane and passed it to Faith.
"Two dozen," said Faith, handing onto Harmony.
"Twenty-four," said Harmony, smirking as she bent the cane in her hand. It was springy.
"Four dozen," smiled Cordy getting the pattern back after Harm’s Math moment.
"Five dozen," said Willow. She looked at me sorrowfully as she gave Darla the cane, "I’m sorry Buffy. But it is what you need."
"Six dozen it is," said Darla.
"I don’t need this," I said, "I don’t want this."
"Stop whining Buffy. You’re a Slayer, spanking is your destiny," said Darla. She brought down the cane with a crack.
You’re not supposed to feel pain in dreams. But I did. It was like a scalding poker had just been brought against my butt-cheeks; agonising messages shot from my butt to my brain and back again instantaneously. I tried not to react and to be a Slayer, but it was so butt-crackingly painful I had to shriek in pain and my back arched as I automatically tried to get up. Darla’s spare hand was on my back pushing me back down into my place, "Only seventy one to go Buffy. The time will fly by." She brought the cane down again.
"Spank her Miss Darla," shouted Cordelia.
"Beat her bare butt," called Mom.
"Thrash her, thrash her, thrash her," squealed Willow, jumping up and down excitedly and clapping her hands in glee.
"If you get tired Miss Darla," said Faith in her best smarmy, suck-up voice, "I can take over."
"Thank you Faith," said Darla, "I think I can cope."
"Yoooooowwww!" I squealed in pain as the cane crashed down on my butt. It was so hard I swear I heard it snapping as it dug deep into my flesh. I couldn’t see my cheeks, but I was guessing that they becoming striped and red. I gripped my hands and waited for the next blow. It came quickly with a brutality that almost exceeded the one before. I screamed again, "Oooooowww!"
"Spank her, spank her, spank her," Will, Cordy, Harmony, Faith and Mom were chanting in unison, clapping their hands in time with each blow. Lilah Morgan was looking sternly on, she had pulled back her gown so that she was standing full-frontal. I had been wrong about her being naked though, she was wearing a suspender belt…
The cane came down whistling through the air. It cracked against me, a loud bang, followed by a grunt of exertion from Darla and a scream of agony from me. My ass was aflame, burning me like I’d ended up in the pits of hell. But at the same time my pussy was wet, with each blow it rubbed against Darla, becoming more damp. I could feel it’s heat and excitement, as if Darla was right and I did want it. I closed my eyes and tried to wake up. The next blow thrashed down on my ass, the pain competing with a delicious feeling of ecstatic lust.
"Beat Buffy’s butt, beat Buffy’s bare butt, beat Buffy’s bare butt black ‘n’ blue," the on-lookers had changed their chant and had their arms round each other’s shoulders, giving mutual support like a bunch of drunks at closing time.
"Miss Darla," said Lilah, "You’re not putting any strength into it. You’re a vampire, put in some effort into punishing the Slayer. Start again."
"Oh yes please, Miss Morgan," said Faith, "Can I have a go?"
I struggled to believe Darla hadn’t been using her full strength, given that my ass had been beaten like it was a red-headed stepchild. Darla raised the cane and brought it down again, "One," she said. I screamed as I realised I was wrong, Darla had been going light. If it had been sore before it was worse now, it was like the difference in stubbing a toe and having your entire nail ripped out.
"Two," Mom and the girls joined in the counting, "Three, four."
The cane smacked down again and again. Each blow flooding my body with signals of pain. Why then was I wet and waiting with excited pleasure for the next blow? Was I getting off on it for real? Or was it cos it was a dream and my brain was cooking all sorts of things and sending them out as a messy half-baked pie. I didn’t know – all I knew was that as Darla continued to spank me I was feeling the pleasure and enjoying the pain.
"Thirteen, fourteen," said Darla, bringing the cane down again, "You are enjoying this too much Buffy."
"I am not," I countered.
Then I noticed I wasn’t over Darla’s knee anymore, but in Sunnydale High’s Library. And not just in the library, but sitting on my knees with my arms behind my back and ropes binding me so tightly that any movement risked me toppling over. Darla was sitting on a desk, still naked apart from her boots, which she was tapping against one of the table legs. Beside her were Willow and Cordy, they were both wearing blouses, tied at their midriffs. But they were naked below the waist and standing fingering each other as they kissed and smooched. Giles was here as well, standing at one the bookshelves dipping into a book and cleaning his glasses. The weirdest thing was Xander. He was in a sharp-suit and sitting at desk, glasses on his nose intently reading, ‘The Sexuality of Slayers – A Primer for new Watchers’. He was engrossed in it, not caring or noticing that his girlfriend and oldest friend were involved in a heavy make out session nor that if he bothered to look up he would have been able to see a practical example of Slayer Sexuality.
"MMnnnn Cordy," said Willow and slid her finger further into the brunette’s cunt.
"MMmnnnn, Willow," replied Cordelia, returning the favour and pushing her digit deep into my best friend’s shaven slit.
They resumed kissing, deeply and passionately. I was the only one interested, even Darla seemed more involved in looking at her nails than the two teens making out next to her.
Cordelia pulled back her head, "I need to pee."
For the first time Giles looked like he realised he wasn’t alone in the room, "Why don’t you use Buffy?"
"You can’t do that," said Xander, "she’s a vampire."
Darla looked at me and winked, before saying, "But you’re the scoobies. You piss all over vampires."
"She’s right, Xander," said Giles, "Go ahead Cordelia."
He and Xander returned to their books as Cordelia skipped over. She pushed my head back and moved to stand over me, "Open wide Buffy." I did as I was told. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done watersports with Cordelia before, though then it had been more private and I was awake.
There was only a brief pause before Cordelia gave a sigh and released her pee. The bitter yellow liquid cascaded over my face, burning my eyes and into my nose, before flooding into my mouth. I tried to drink it down, swallowing as quickly as I could. But there was too much and bounced out of my mouth and down my chin and front. Cordelia continued to piss over me, ignoring the puddle forming round me. "That’s better," she sighed as the last of the pee dropped out, "I needed that. Now lick me clean, Buffy."
I was so tightly tied it was a struggle to position myself so that I could tongue clean Cordelia’s cunt and she had to lower herself a little to help me. But once she was there I was able to lick away enthusiastically, cleaning the spots of urine from her pussy. They were flavoured with girl-juice from the fingering Will had been giving her, the sweetness of cum offsetting the bitterness of her pee. After a few moments Cordy straightened up and got off me.
"Now you mention it, I could do with a pee as well," said Will. She replaced Cordelia, "Open up, Buffy."
This time I hesitated, it seemed different allowing Cordelia to do it, than my best friend. But Willow didn’t wait and let pee stream out. It bounced against my face, pouring down over my closed lips and chin to flow down my front like a waterfall. I quickly opened my mouth and began to try to drink the warm liquid down. I managed at least, some the bitterness making my eyes water as I took it down my throat. Willow wiggled the last drops, "Could you clean me?"
Again I struggled to get into place, but once I did my tongue began to do its magic, washing away the remains of the piss from Will’s slot. I ran into and out, taking all the urine I could until I was sure that Will was cleaned. And then I dabbed my tongue in again for luck, "Thanks Buffy, that’s enough. I’ve got Cordelia for that," Willow moved from me and walked over to Cordy to resume the passionate make-out and finger-fuck session.
The door to the library opened and in walked Faith. I couldn’t say I was surprised to see that she was wearing just an open leather jacket with nothing underneath and was as naked below the waste as Cordelia and Willow. She smiled as she came in, "I just skipped class. Got to take a pee."
Giles barely looked up from his book, gesticulating at me, "She’s over there."
"Thanks Ripper," said Faith. She whistled as she came up to me. I knew the drill, leaning my head back and opening my mouth. Faith’s pussy opened and she began to let loose her piss. She was exactly over my open mouth and the stream exploded down my throat, almost choking me. I coughed and it surged back up, spraying over my chin as Faith gushed more to replace it. The bitter liquid burnt at the back of my throat, like acid as it went down. I blinked as it splattered back up and flooded down my front. Faith must have been dying as her pissing seemed to go on and on, until I was almost drowning in it and my chin was soaked with the excess I had been unable to drink down. Eventually she the gush slowed down to trickle and the trickles to a drop.
"Thanks Blonde," Faith said as I began to clean her. From the corner of my eye I could see that Will was strap-oning Cordy over the nearest desk. Even though it was only a dream image, it made me enthusiastic for Faith’s pussy and I began to push and lick harder than it needed for cleaning. The brunette Slayer got off me and gave me an aggrieved look, "I only wanted a pee. I’ve got your Mom for proper fuckings."
"Sorry Faith," I said. She nodded curtly and walked away behind some shelves.
"Oooohhhh, fuck me Will," gasped Cordelia, one of her legs was on top of the desk, leaving her to balance on the other one as Willow pounded into the brunette’s back hole. The school bell went and Cordy screamed so loud she drowned it, "Fuuuuuccckk!!! Aaaaarrrrghhhh! Fuuuuucccckkk!!!" Apart from me no-one paid any notice.
The doors to the library opened and in streamed half the girls in Sunnydale High. All of them were just wearing tops, leaving their pussies free and on display. Without being told I knew what they wanted. I put my head back and let the first stand over me and begin peeing…
The warm liquid splashed over my face and down my naked body. I didn’t reply as I desperately tried to swallow the liquid. I couldn’t mange much, I was already full, but at least the girl had tried to aim for my mouth. The next girl up didn’t bother for that, just moving over me and releasing. I screwed my face up and closed my eyes as the urine blasted against my forehead and rushed down my face.
"It’s what you want Buffy," laughed Darla.
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The sun was in my eyes, blazing through a crack in the curtains. I wiped my face, it was dry as was my throat – no liquid burning down it. I reached to touch my throat. It was still flawless. Up on my dresser Mr Gordo was sitting as he normally did, unmoving and unliving.
I got out of bed and walked to the window. I opened it and put my head out, no flames exploded from me – which was kinda good. But Darla was out there – that was kinda bad.
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