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The Magic Pencils	By : christinaboone Category: BtVS AU/AR > General Views: 30225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the library of Sunnydale High
“No, no, I assure you Joyce that Buffy is fine….I’m sorry but it’s for her own safety as she had gone undercover….no, I’m not at liberty to tell you what but it’s not dangerous at all…..Joyce, listen to me. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know but I couldn’t risk blowing her cover, in a couple of days she’ll be back and all will be back to normal…..yes, I promise…..goodbye Joyce”, said Giles as he hung up the phone whilst he uncrossed his fingers for lies always sat uneasily within him.
“Giles, how can you say that? Buffy’s been gone for two days and Xander for three and I have no idea how to find them for all we know they could be chained up in some vampires sacrificial altar and then…”, babbled Willow as her panic had consumed her whole and robbed her of sleep the last two nights which showed in the dismal results from the pop test yesterday in geometry.
“I had to say that as I didn’t want to alarm Joyce any further as she is still away on her business trip, this way it gives us a little breathing space to try and find Buffy”
“And Xander”, the redhead piped up stressing his absence which didn’t seem to bother the erudite man.
“Mmm-hhmmm? Er,yes …sorry, of course Xander too”, replied Giles dismissively as his attention waxed and waned for nearly every book in his private collection was splayed out over the desk, he checked his watch and cleaned his glasses unsurprised that Cordelia hadn’t bothered to turn up to help yet again.
“But don’t you think Mrs Summers should know the truth, you know, in case she’s in danger”
“No, the less she knows the happier and safer she’ll be, trust me Willow. Joyce is in no immediate danger, not until she returns from San Francisco and by then I hope to have the matter resolved”, said Giles.
“But what about the half-moon tonight, isn’t that when O’Mhig demons feed and she could….”
“Willow please calm down, O’Mhig demons only feed on the skin of those who…..damn, where is that book?”, the stoic man said throwing his books to one side as she ran a rough hand over his excessive stubble.
“Which one?”
“The Prophecies Of Shoh-R’iek”
“Oh, I think Wesley took it home last night, he said he wanted a little light reading before bed. I guess he doesn’t have his cable connected yet……nor any porn”, Willow joked uneasily as the bobble on her unnecessary hat shook around.
“Where is he anyway? I asked him to be here promptly as we need all the help we can. I better call him”, said Giles as he dragged his tired frame clad in creased clothes which were starting to carry a foul odour for he had not left the library since Buffy disappeared but, sensing the distress of the redhead, he turned his aching head back to her and fired off a dismal smile.
“Don’t worry Willow, we’ll get Buffy back soon”
“A-and Xander”, Willow pressed again.
But Giles didn’t reply as he pressed his nimble fingers to the numbers on the keypad.
Meanwhile, across town in the new apartment complex
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce stood admiring his collection of English civil war era coins and pondered where in the vast expanse of his new apartment to display them to maximum effect. He looked around and smiled for his new abode was a far cry from the one bedroom flat above a rowdy British Legion club where he would consider a snook fishcake and a Panda pop a luxury back in his student days. But now he feasted on pheasant and brie as often as he could for his palate had become as educated as his mind. No more flock wallpaper and chipboard doors painted battleship grey courtesy of a job lot going cheap in Croydon market.
But before he could locate his hammer, let alone the bag of nails he bought from the local hardware store, a sharp knock came at his pristine door. He hoped it wasn’t those clipboard carrying charity workers again as he would need a new excuse to send them on their way as there was only so many times he could claim his fictional son was ill and needed immediate attention in the back room before they would alert social services to this, apparently unlicensed, den of malaise.
But as he reached for the circular brass handle the phone rang out with its shrill noise, but he chose to answer door first.
He opened the sturdy wooden door his wide smile dropped in an instant as he took in the sight of Faith.
Alive.
Kicking.
And royally pissed.
“Faith”, he exclaimed in surprise, “I…I thought you would’ve been…”
“Watching The Little Mermaid?”, the young woman interrupted as she threw her distressed rucksack to one side by his umbrella and low crowned deerstalker, both parting gifts from University from the one professor who hadn’t made Wesley earn his A-grades with his tongue.
“Er…no”
“Dead maybe?”
“Well er, that is …I….”, he stammered as he realised the plan approved by the Council set in motion by the Scoobs had backfired badly.
“You think you can talk your way out of this with your smart ass British accent and your….”
“English”, he countered.
“What?”
“My accent, not British….it’s English”, he said with a haughty sniff.
“What’s the diff?”, Faith shrugged back as her neatly plucked eyebrow raised into a smooth arc as the phone finally stopped ringing.
“If a Scottish man was standing next to me would you say we both had a British accent? No, one is the undecipherable ramblings of a caber tossing, porridge hunting neanderthal and the other is English. Britain is several countries all gathered under one glorious term”
“Fine”, she sighed back as her eyes caught Wesley’s signed photo of Sean Bean in a silver frame, “It’s English then”
“But what flavour of tongue is it? You say it’s an English accent but back home we have Geordie, scouse, brummie, cockney, but all come within our boundaries. I think you’ll find I speak a manner of Estuary English, or at most of the country put it, ‘sounding like a southern ponce’ and if….”
“Oh will you shut up Wes! I don’t give a damn”, snorted the Slayer in return as she stepped closer to him.
“Well how would you feel if you were described as having a New York accent? Same thing”, babbled the Watcher as he slyly backed across the room trying to buy himself some time.
“Wesley…shut…up, or should I kick your ass?”, came the low slung growl in reply which charged the air with an electrifying menace.
“I think you mean ‘arse’”
“Wes, what’s with the babble?”, she said with a quirky brow.
“Sorry, when I get nervous I tend to speak without thinking and…”
As Faith looked round his apartment she ran a finger across all the brass plated trophies and gleaming medals which were the basis of Wesley’s pride.
“You really think all these awards mean a thing? I don’t give a damn that you were ‘first in equitation at Roedean’ or that you were ‘Bronze medallist at the Commonwealth Games’ or even that ‘Jim Fixed It For You’, whatever the hell that means. All these are there to plump up your ego aren’t they? To give you a happy at the end of the day when you know that the one job you were supposed to be doing, well, you sucked at it Mr Watcher Man”
“Faith, why are you here?”, he said back as his classist conduct crumbled away as he saw the mischievous sparkle in Faith’s dark eyes.
“Oh Wesley….my oh so wonderful watcher, what’s the matter? You worried that your Slayer has found the balls to tell you and your damn Council where to get off? Oh that’s it isn’t it? You like being the one in control, having a young girl to do your bidding, make her jump through hoops and be your well trained little pet?”
“It’s not like that Faith, it doesn’t have to be this way. Y-you need help, the Council can rehabilitate you…”
“Screw the Council!”, she snorted pulling at the label in the back of her dress which irritated her nape. Galliano be damned.
“But you are not what they need ….”
“Because I’m not the good little pet that Buffy The Vampire Layer is…or was”
“Was? What did you do to her?”, he said inching away with his hands creeping along the dining table trying to find a suitable weapon but only finding buttered muffins and a copy of Horse And Hounds.
“You’ll find out soon enough, but don’t worry Wes. I know how to make that stiff upper lip of yours stay all rigid. You need to know what it’s like to be treated the same you treated us, making us do your tests and bitch at me when we weren’t the humble little pet you wanted me to be.”
“What do you mean?”, Wesley asked finally finding a thin metal weapon in his sneaking hands but as he lunged at Faith she easily blocked his potentially lethal attack with a shining chrome ladle which still had the price tag swinging from its handle
“Nice try Wes, but you should look at this first”, the Slayer grinned as she flipped out a piece of paper and held it before his eyes. As his confusion fought to be reeled in the Watcher gasped at the graphic portrayal in stunning lifelike tones but before his questions could air he heard one life changing word.
"Yagsicigam" Faith said with a sneer of defiance and misanthropy.
One blinding flash later and Wesley found himself in a large stable in the lush rolling hills of the countryside where only the distant chirps of birds and the gentle rustle of the warm breeze snaring in the lofty trees broke the serenity. His eyes, now focussed without the aid of his bi-focals, clamped down on the gleaming leather riding tack hanging limply on the bare walls and the stained straw lay strewn all over the floor. He blinked away his confusion and tried to scream...or run, but he could do neither.
As his panic grew he felt his bones creak under their constriction as the tight leather corset synched in his middle, from which hung the red silken garters with which to hold up his black fishnet stockings. Wesley struggled but his now hairless body was trapped as leather arm binders encased his long limbs behind him from his narrow shoulders to the tips of his fleshy fingers, all held firmly in place by many straps whose shining brass buckles caught in the thin shafts of light streaming through the stable doors.
His eyes seared with shock as he saw his reflection in the long mirror on one wall in front of him, his ears assaulted by the mocking tinkle of the small bells hanging from his newly pierced nipples. He tried to scream his protests but all he could manage was a meek whinny to snake around the thick leather bit in his mouth pulled taut stretching his upper lip stiffer than that of the Ambassador when handing Hong Kong back to the Chinese.
“Hey there Wes, my what a pretty sissy pony boy you are, or will be”, chuckled Faith whilst she casually tapped a thin riding crop in her leather gloved hands as she strut across the timbered floor with her glistening brown boots being bled into by the tan lycra leggings which clung possessively to her smooth skin.
“Neeiigghh”, he spat out in shocked reply as he felt his lungs chill and his brain smoke with shame.
“Oh my god, that is just priceless”, the Slayer roared with laughter as her firm breasts filled out her white shirt that nestled comfortably beneath the grey tweed blazer that was as sharply cut as it was expensive.
“Neeiighhh-brrgghhh”
“Shhh, shhh, Wes. Just calm down or else I may have to get one of the stallions to screw you into a submission”, smiled the Slayer as she checked the heavy bridle over his head. His regimentally square blinkers sat dormant by his eyes and a pair of red and blue feathers stood straight up from the top of the headgear where it was all buckled together.
After a quick explanation about the pencils Wesley knew he was in deep and disturbing trouble.
"Anyway Wesley, welcome to Pony training 101 as I think you need to be rehabilitated. Now you can't answer so you better just stomp your hoof, once for "No Mistress Faith" and twice for "Yes Mistress Faith", ok?”, she asked as he raised an already aching foot and stomped it down twice in quick succession. His feet already ached from being padlocked into very high heeled boots shaped like horses hooves that lead up to his knobbly knees.
“Good horsie Wesley, nah, that's not a good name for a horsie is it. Let's see.....Satin? No.......Rainbow? Yuck........." Faith thought aloud as she ran her battle hardened fingers over his steel boned posture collar that forced his head up high. "It’s nice to get rid of all that icky hair isn’t it horsie, I knew it was a good idea to draw you smooth. I like it, it's so.....Velvet! That's your new name, pet. Do you like the name Velvet, horsie?" she quizzed in an uncharacteristically high pitched and somewhat babyish voice as she clipped the long looping reins either side of the bridle and pulled him forward
Wesley didn't answer, he just pulled against his leash which earned him a sharp stinging blow across his jingling nipples from the thin swish of the riding crop. He gasped through his riding bit but was unable to articulate his pain as it was so thick it pushed his lips back as far as they would go leaving the former Watcher drooling down his pointed chin and falling onto his now sore chest.
Losing patience with her unbroken pony Faith asked once more brandishing the crop in front of her new pets eyes, "Now, answer me. Do you like the name Velvet?"
Still no appropriate response from Wesley earned her more lashes across the breasts with special regard made towards her newly skewered nipples. The pain tore through him as Wesley clamped down hard on her leather mouth bit. A tear brimmed in his eyes and set sail down his cheek as his bosom was continually painted by these savage stripes.
"I know what you're thinking Velvet. You're waiting for Buffy to come and save you, well let's just say she's kinda tied up at the moment", the brunette said with a knowing smirk as she adjusted the cravat nestling up to her high buttoned collar. "Now, I'll ask you again you bad young fillie, do you like the name Velvet?"
Wesley paused once more but as he saw the thin crop rising again he stomped his dainty hoof twice for he no other choice, but not from fear of the lash but a bubbling desire from within to obey his owner.
“Bet you’re thinking ‘what’s with making you all pretty and femme?’. Well you have no idea how hard it is to try and look your girly best while doing all that training crap, it’s about time you learnt what it’s like, understand?”, smiled Faith as she toyed with his gleaming leather reins clipped either side of his mouth bit.
Two further stomps into the dry straw sent up clouds of dust but it was all the answer the Slayer needed.
"Good horsie, now come on Velvet", Faith ordered as she made a clicking sound with her tongue instructing her pony to gee-up.
Wesley's will was stronger than most had considered but even so, within the spell of the picture, he was still at the behest of his young owner as he felt the throbbing of his manhood start to ache, it stood to attention like the purple headed womb ferret it was as the small yellow wire dangling from its swollen tip tapped along his ridged shaft.
"Now Velvet, I could've drawn you as a real pony or even a well-trained ponyboy, but nah, I want to have the fun of breaking you in myself!", Faith snarled as she lead her new pony out into an open courtyard where gravel crunched beneath the metal circles looped round his high heeled boots.
"Now Velvet, giddy up" she ordered as she held Wesley by a six foot leash giving ample space for her pet to get some exercise and allow Faith, by using a long thin whip all over his rapidly blemishing skin, to iron out the kinks in his untrained demeanour..
“Neeiigghhh”, Wesley screamed in protest but all he could utter was the compliant sounds of a feminized pony boy falling into his role with ease.
“By the way, I bet you can feel the chill in your cock, right? Well it’s a metal catheter running all the way down your tubes and the wire is connected to a small charge, not enough to make you a eunuch but enough to shock the h-e-l-l out of you. I will only use it to make you perform better as every new horsie needs a little incentive don’t you think?”, said Faith as she ran a leather coated hand along his pulsating penis until she squeezed his swollen genitals, but as his man grapes flexed in her iron grip a look of sudden and consequential insecurity crossed her face.
"Oh, right”, she said shaking the softness from her gaze until an icy sheen clouded her eyes, “Anyways, first I better teach you how to trot like a horsie", she said, waving the whip around to accentuate her point.
Wesley wanted to beg her to stop, to run and never talk about this again but something within him made him start to move his long and stocking covered legs. Raising his feet he moved forward in ever increasing circles, speeding up and slowing down at his owner's commands as the corset tightened around his body and his lipstick smeared on the thick bit forcing his teeth wide apart.
"That's it Velvet, giddy up sissy boy", Faith urged as Wesley went round her using small, well-paced steps raising his knees high and angled. The thin whip lashed against the pony's legs and buttocks at certain points in order to fully imprint in his dizzied mind that obeying each command and yank of the leash came with compliments, disobedience or failure to act accordingly came accompanied with a stinging whip across his slightly sagging flesh. Wesley's tears of pain mingled with his tears of shame at this utter degradation that he was powerless to rebel against.
“Tut-tut, you need to try harder, Velvet”, giggled Faith seeing his distress.
“NeigghhHHH”, he choked out penetrating the silence of the courtyard as her felt a small shock scissor through his penis which only throbbed more desperate for satiety with each jolt.
“Now try harder or do you want another?”, asked Faith as she waved the remote to the electrical device in her hand.
He could feel his stockings tug at the lacy garters with each maligned step, his arms beg for mercy as he circled round obediently as he feared more shocks could charbroil his foreskin.
‘Oh God, please stop this….I-I’m begging you Faith, stop this now and no-one ever need know. Oh bloody hell this hurts, no not the shocker again. Ahhhhh, my knob feels like its on fire, oh when I get out of this I’m going to …to….well, I’ll phone Mr Travers first anyway and then…..aaaAAHHH! B-but the whipping….of my arse…being so….why does it feel so….good?”,, his mind gibbered to itself, unanswered questions and unheard pleads taunted him mercilessly as the tightness of the corset and the weight of the bridle made him struggle not to descend into realms he had never thought possible.
Accepting that the only way to get through this ordeal was to yield completely to the smartly dressed trainer, Wesley quickly adapted to the strict regimen as during the next few hours he was taught to trot, canter and even attempt to gallop, but in the impossibly high hooved heels he tripped and fell into a twisted heap of leather and feminized flesh which lead to Faith yelling in disappointment and anger.
"You useless stupid pony! Get up and do it again, we'll be doing it all day until you get it right", came the wrathful voice as she encouraged her to her feet with a sharp, vicious whipping across his ass which, by now, was glowing red. Once back to his feet Wesley had to restart the whole routine again as his feet throbbed in pain as did most of his body but as he pranced and trotted for his owner the shocks to his sizzling penis came quicker and for longer durations until he sobbed openly. The lonely salty tears streaking down but luckily his thick slutty make up was waterproof as the Slayer wanted her toy to see how it was to try and feel pretty under duress.
Wesley's long plaited tail, which hung from his menacingly large butt plug, came to his knees and swished with each movement tapping against the backs of his thighs tickling them greatly. Wesley would give anything to remedy the situation but his resolve and dormant bravery was on hiatus as during the dressage training he put every fiber of his will into performing for his Mistress to the best of his ability. Keeping his body rigid Wesley began lifting his knees high and daintily pointing his neon purple hooves forward as they struck the gravel with each heavy step. Soon he was instinctively obeying each tug of the leash, its varying strains giving him silent orders as he circled round and round as if he was circling in a torment which Dante had omitted to mention.
Faith was pleased at her horsies progress so privileged him by removing the wide leather, teethmarked bit from his sore, dry mouth. Wesley moved his lips until the feeling started to flow back and flush his lips with the flow of blood once more.
"Thirsty Velvet?"
“Bbrrrreiigghhhh”, came the shamed answer as his blush intensified until he felt even his teeth redden and burn, but as he fought to say something vaguely human Wesley just nuzzled his face against Faith’s glove as he whinnied and brayed which made her scattershot laughter fire out a full broadside.
“This is what you are now Wes….you’re nothing but an animal”, giggled the Slayer as she tossed away her well used crop and held up a rusting pail of cool fresh water which Wesley dropped his face into obediently and slurped like the horsie he had descended into. Faith ran her hands over his short cropped mane and stroked her pet’s ears lovingly as he pulled his blushing dripping face from the bucket and gave a warm and thankful smile though inside he swore in Latin, and probably even hieroglyphics, such was his rampaging hatred for his one-time charge.
"Good girl, Velvet. You’ve earned a treat", the dark haired girl soothed as she flicked the bells hanging from his crimson nipples and held out a sugar cube in her palm.
Wesley whinnied in delight and gobbled the cube from his owner's hand, delighting in the sweet crunch between his teeth.
Wesley honestly thought that he was still in control of his mind and was just playing the part for once he got back home it would all be over and he could, with an easy heart, call the Councils wet-works team into town with a bloody and painful vengeance on their narrow and easily controlled minds. But no, Wesley was merely the shell of a man who played host to the compliant feminized sissy pony that was Velvet.
With his peripheral vision severely impacted by the well angled blinkers, Wesley had to wait for every instruction as he was utterly at the mercy of the curvaceous girl who would be using him as a mode of transport for the foreseeable future.
"You're my sissy pony boy now, aren't you Velvet?", Faith whispered to him
Again, Wesley neighed and stomped his hoof twice ringing out a loud and flinty clack on the smooth cobbles of the courtyard where a merciless sun flared down. Satisfied, Faith forced the wide leather bit back into Wesley's willing mouth and buckled it even tighter as with each deviant touch and action he felt the roar of orgasm pounding down below with no way to lower the drawbridge and let the hordes of rampaging love seeds flow free.
"You want me to own you completely? You want to stay as my pony, don't you? Well, until the Ascension is over at least, as who knows what will happen after that", she said idly.
Two stomps of the hoof from Wesley affirmed his status as a happy and humble pet, to be bound and ridden, cropped and humiliated all for his Mistress’ pleasure. And Velvet couldn’t be happier.
"Now Velvet, just one more thing. I have to mark my mark on you, to show that you're my property", chuckled Faith as she took the slack of the reins and lead Wesley back into the well-equipped stable that reeked of manure and sexual tension. An uncommon mix of aromas….. outside of Virginia anyway.
Through the shining chrome d-ring on the bottom tip of the leather arm binders slid a rope which knotted in an instant and threaded through a pulley in the cobwebbed rafters. With a hefty pull to the coarse rope, a feisty whir of the pulley and a yank of arms behind him, Wesley felt himself double over and his drooling harnessed face now pointed at the floor where he could only see the shine of his owners brown boots. As the blood renegotiated its way around his body, Wesley felt his long and supine legs being shuffled together until a loop of leather snaked across his stocking covered and sweat moistened skin and buckled tightly together from ankle to high thigh. He tottered on the impossibly high heels as Wesley felt the tingle of heat register on his vulnerable buttocks.
“Ready my sweet lil’ sissy pony?”, sniggered Faith as she raised his twisted tail in one hand and with the other brought the red hot branding iron down to his right ass cheek scorching him with the letter ‘F’.
Wesley’s teeth bit down into the bit as he felt the sizzle of skin and smelt the rancorous odour of burning flesh, but his muffled and high pitched whinny only delighted his Mistress further.
"Well done Velvet........yagsicigam", said the younger woman as she held her pony in an embrace and uttered what was fast becoming the catchphrase to a debauched tragi-comedy.
The duo once more stood in the large and empty space that was Wesley’s third floor apartment and as the retina scorching light faded away Faith blinked away the effects as she looked over her feminized pet. Her flat palm smacked into the large red ‘F’ on his buttock which beamed out like the flag for a conquering nation of well-dressed malcontents and decadent courtesans.
Wesley gave out a short but comforting neigh as he nuzzled his bound head into Faith’s shoulder but he seemed not to feel any searing pain, leading the Slayer to surmise that the pain, as well as the morality and free will, of Wesley was now confined to the picture sitting on the floor of the Spartan room.
For the citizens of Sunnydale would only know submissive pony named Velvet now.
“Well this has been a blast, but time to get you home. Actually, all those stairs might make it tricky and no garden either. Hang on, I’ll leave you here for a bit as I’ve got a few things to sort out. A new home for my pony”, the Slayer grinned as she folded up the picture of Wesley and looked around, “Ah, that’ll do”
Faith opened up Wesley’s brown attaché case and emptied the contents onto the floor, mainly unfilled Parker pens, a single business card and reminders about his subscriptions to various magazines which he would no doubt describe as being ‘gentlemen’s special interest’ as opposed to seedy skin mags. She slid the picture of Wesley into its sturdy skin and buckled it quickly holding it up and shrugging for the attaché case was actually quite smart, with a bolson of vague masculinity hugging its outer layer of leather.
"You know, I better get a saddle so I can ride you properly Velvet, maybe even one of those rickshaw things so you can pull me about town. I'll even build you a stable out the back of the new house as ponies don't sleep inside, do they?", Faith asked as she fastened his reins to the door handle.
Two more stomps of an aching arched foot was the solemn reply.
“Oh, and I must shave your head too so you can feel all the delights of your tip to toe latex bodysuit with the moulded hooves on your hands and feet so…..oopsie, ruined the surprise there. He-he”, she giggled seeing the echoes of desperate fear circling in the pits of his eyes.
"Now Velvet, there's a hell of a lot of people out there who would pay good money to play with a well behaved sissy horsie. I bet some of them would even like to screw a pretty little pony boy like you. I mean, the Mayor pays me pretty well but I could always do with some petty cash y'know. But if it pleases your Mistress, you don't mind being hired out do you? To be my whorse", chuckled Faith.
Two more stomps came from Velvet though at his very core she was horrified by the idea.
“Will you stop that banging down there, you limey bastard!”, came the booming yell from the apartment above seeped with a thick, in every sense of the word, Texan accent.
“See, best you get moved out soon as we can”, grinned Faith as she flipped out her cellphone with a cunning glee and called her apartment.
“Hello, Mistress Faith’s apartment. Worthless slave girl Buffy speaking, how may I help you Sir or Ma’am?”, came the reply which made Faith fight her rising bloom of laughter.
“Hey B, it’s me”
“Mistress!”, squealed her toy with delight, “I have finished polishing all you shoes with my pitiful tongue Mistress, I humbly thankyou for the honor”
“B….”
“And I scrubbed all the floors with the…”
“B, shut up”, she chuckled back at the earnest desire in her pets voice.
“Yes Mistress, I humbly beg your apology Mistress”, Buffy said back with a meek and surrendering tone.
“Yeah sure, whatever. Anyway, get all my stuff together and bring it over to your house, I mean your old house. Call the Mayor and he’ll send a car, but you better ride in the trunk. Get one of his guys to hogtie and gag you before he puts you in, ok?”
“Yes Mistress, anything you say Mistress”, replied the blonde slave with infectious enthusiasm.
“Good, laters Bitch. No wait a minute, just pack everything up for now. I have another idea for today”, said Faith as she flipped her phone closed and picked at the lint on her knee length skirt in a soft brown color.
“Well Velvet, time for dinner I think. Where’s your wallet? I’m in the mood for Chinese”, Faith pondered aloud as she reclined on the suede sofa and rifled through his books still in the plain brown box, one of the few not dropped by cackhanded removal men or water damaged by the case of 7-Up he had in his storage lock up.
"I guess I better feed you too. You want some oats my sissy pony boy?”
STOMP! STOMP!
“Well you better earn it then”, Faith smiled back using her tongue to smear a glossy seductive sheen across her full lips.
A jangle of buckles being loosened and a sigh of relief filled the air as Wesley’s elbows could once more return to where God intended them to be, the arm binders and harness fell to the floor with a muted clang as Faith rummaged through her rucksack and, between the dog eared copy of Juggs and the engraved dagger, she found what she was looking for.
Sliding one end of the gag between Wesley’s red lips she giggled as the swell of a moulded penis filled his mouth, but the solid six inches of dark red dildo protruding from his gag made his eyes transform into narrow slits.
“Now lie down, arms and legs wide apart. That’s it”, Faith ordered as she unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor where, in a matter of moments, her panties fell too. Wesley obeyed without question and did not even squirm as he felt the thin strips of leather encircle his throbbing meat and loop behind his puffing genitals.
“Ok horsie, all this has made me damn horny so I hope you’re ready for a ride”, smiled Faith as she slid her drooling pussy down onto the tip of the faux phallus protruding from Wesley’s mouth gag and groaned as its well-formed ridges rubbed her inner walls. Her lower lips hungrily consuming the whole dildo as her knees sat either side of her pony’s unflinching head, as she rose and fell the Slayer could feel the tip of Wesley’s nose nudge against her puckering anus as her fluids ran down the shaft and across his face.
“Giddy up, Velvet”, said Faith with a shuddering voice as she tugged hard on the reins wrapped around Wesley’s wedding tackle, he groaned sharply in reply as the thin leather yanked hard on his penis until his skin was red and sore.
“That’s it, bet you can smell my pussy real well from there, shame this is the closest you’ll ever get to a cunt again, unless you stand next to Rush Limbaugh that is. Oh sorry, hahaha”, the dark haired girl laughed as she let slip a small fart which rushed into her pets nostrils as she threw her hair back which grew more twisted and matted with sweat with each thrust up and down. Her bent legs forcing her body along the moulded shaft and then slowly down again as she shivered with the delicious sensations rioting within her tainted bloodstream, as her orgasm crept closer she pulled harder on the genital reins which were twisting in Faiths hand so they near sliced through his reddening skin.
“Heigh-ho Velvet, buck your head so my juices run down into your nose, and hurry up as I want to get ready for patrolling soon”
But as Faith bounced up and down on her pseudo saddle she caught herself in the unhung mirror leant against the armchair for there in the reflection, behind the fine clothes and victorious smirk, behind the lightly reddened lips and freshly plucked brow, there stared back a young girl with soft doe eyes who screamed and sobbed in silent torment.
Trapped in a gilded cage which no-one knew of except her….. and her gaoler.
‘N-not like this….I never wanted this…..fuck you Boss…… I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you …..I …can’t …fight …..this ……help me someone….please!!”

Meanwhile, in the office of the Mayor
As the honorable Richard Wilkins III finished up his paperwork, a truly Sisyphean task, he was interrupted by a sharp knock at his door
"Come in," he called out brightly despite the late hour.
A young and undeniably attractive lady walked in, closing the door behind her.
"Are you the Mayor?", she asked tentatively.
"Why yes I am. What can I do for you, Miss?", he quizzed as he relaxed back into his chair.
"My name is Anyanka.....and I need your help"

(To Be Continued)
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