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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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There are a lot of downsides to being a Slayer: the hours suck, the pay’s pitiful and the pension is non-existent. But it also has a number of good sides – great health benefits, super-strength and hearing like an elephant. With a little concentration I could hear through the thick slab of glass which separated me, sitting in the interview room, from Lilah Morgan, a cop and the witness - a small scrawny little man, with a pronounced Adam’s Apple and a suit which was too big for him.
I’d have thought Lilah would have known that, given that we were enemies and all that. She had never seemed the type to go into battle without having a detailed analysis of her foe right down to the colour of her panties and if they wore them. Which meant, either she was too angry to care if I heard – and Miss Ice Cold looked as cool as ‘Dingoes ate my baby’ strutting on stage – or she didn’t care if I ‘wigged in.
I tried to look like I wasn’t listening, sitting back with my arms folded, a picture of innocence, whilst inwardly tapping my feet with nerves.
"You said the girl you saw entering was a teen blonde," the detective sounded irritated.
"I sure did," said Mr McScrawny, "What I’m saying is that ain’t her." I could have kissed him. "The girl I saw was a real looker." Or perhaps not. Ignoring my hurt feelings, mainly cos he didn’t know he’d wounded them he continued, "The one I saw had y’know… a real rack. The one you’ve got looks like she’s escaped from the workhouse – she’s as skinny as a beanpole," which was the Pot telling the Kettle that it was less than white.
"Are you sure?" the cop pulled out his wallet and began to thumb through the notes, deliberately sliding his thumb over the bills and making the money rustle so temptingly that I’d have almost turned myself in. He twisted his head in my direction, "Take another look, I’m sure you’ll find out she’s an exact fit for the girl you saw entering Mrs Post’s room."
I felt my mouth go dry, I had a feeling the fact I was innocent wasn’t really a factor in this case. The Mayor owned the cops and they did what he wanted. The late, and unmourned, Mrs Post had been stabbed to death and as the Mayor wanted me out of the way he wasn’t about to let an opportunity to frame me for her death to go unused. Even if he didn’t handpick the jurors to consist of Principal Snyder and equally anti-Buffy citizens, by the time I cleared my name the Ascension would have happened and Sunnydale might be a big hole in the ground or the centrepiece for zombie apocalypse.
But it turns out I needn’t have worried. The witness barely glanced at the wallet and gave me an even smaller look, before shaking his head, "I keep saying it’s not her."
The detective seemed unabashed. He pulled out a couple of bills and played with them between his finger, "Go on, take another look."
"He has looked, several times and you flashing money about like this is the back streets of Mexico City doesn’t seem to be doing anything" Lilah’s voice had as much impatience as I’d heard. Not that I blamed her, the cop was so dumb I almost expected him to start talking with a Southern accent and start reminiscing about how he was going to bust the Moonshine Still of the Hazard boys.
The cop scowled, "But…"
He was cut off, "She’s not the one." Lilah turned to the witness, "Thanks for your help, you can go now." Ignoring the witness’s thanks she turned back to the cop, "You can show him to his car." The cop looked like he was about to say something, but another look at Lilah’s glacial features and he just nodded, reluctantly opening the door and ushering the witness out.
Lilah waited until he was gone and then turned to the screen, "If I open the door, you’re not going to try and escape are you?"
I could have played dumb and pretended I couldn’t hear, but I guessed that would be as about as convincing as Eddie Murphy disclaiming knowledge of what was beneath the hooker’s dress. I shook my head, without a witness even the Sunnydale PD couldn’t hold me so there was no need to bust out. Lilah paused as if wondering whether to take my word, then she shrugged – thinking the same way as me – and typed in the security pass into the electronic lock. The door opened and she came in, "Hello Buffy. How are you?"
"Gee Lilah. I don’t know. I was dragged out of my house before I’d even touched my breakfast, thrown in a cell as Officer Donut tried to fit me up for the death of Mrs Post and I’m guessing you weren’t here to prove my innocence for old times sakes."
She gave a smile and slightly shook her head, "I’m not going to lie; once your Watcher discovered Mrs Post was a plant she had outlived her usefulness for my employer – if you were convicted of her murder that would have been a bonus."
"Are you saying the Mayor had her killed so that he could frame me?" I knew he wasn’t the Mr Cuddly he presented himself as, but that would be colder ruthlessness than even the most psycho vamp.
"I’m not saying anything," said Lilah, but her smirk told me that even if I wasn’t bang on the money I was near enough. She straightened up, "But I will say this, Buffy, if only because I enjoyed the summer, and anyway it’d be such a waste for your body to be so dismembered and chewed that none of it would be sellable. The Mayor’s going to win and if you’re in his way come the Ascension you’re going to be his main course. Get out of Sunnydale whilst you can."
"I’m not sure I want to," I leaned back in my chair, "See, whether I like it or not, I kinda got this thing… chosen one, gets to spank the butt of evil yaddy-yaddy-ya. So I think I’ll stick around and kick the Mayor’s ass. I’d warn you to get out of Dodge as well, lover, but y’know, I’m really hoping you don’t cos that way I get a legitimate reason to smack you so hard the botox will break."
There was a small twitch from Lilah and her eyes quickly glanced to the open door measuring the distance between me, her and it. Then her poise returned, "I don’t think so Buffy. You play by the rules and they say you can’t hurt humans, no matter how evil they are."
"Let’s just say that if a vamp decided to snack on you I wouldn’t be quick to jump in," I replied.
She nodded, "I’ll see you around then."
She turned and left, closing the door behind her. I leant back in my chair and waited for the cop to come and formally release me.
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The cop didn’t even hold open the door for me as I walked into the reception. I gave him a beaming smile and he gave me a surly look; I was guessing I wasn’t going to be on his Christmas Card list. Mom jumped up from the plastic chair she was sitting on, "Buffy. Are you alright?"
"As rain," I replied.
Giles had leapt up behind her, glasses in hand, "Are you sure? You didn’t sign anything?"
"Don’t wig it," I grinned, "They asked me a few questions, but that was all. Nothing I couldn’t handle."
"Thatta girl," said Xander, "I knew you could cope with the rubber truncheons." Will and Mom gave him a look, and he went red, "Y’know…" he said, making a downward swinging motion, "Like in the movies the cop beat a confession out of the perp."
"Luckily this isn’t the movies," Giles said dryly, "even in Sunnydale the police have to abide by certain rules."
"Mmmnn yeah, kind of…" I said. I suspect from what I’d seen of Sunnydale’s finest the only reason they hadn’t tried to beat me into pulp was cos I’d have beaten them right back.
"So did you kill her then?" asked Cordelia, "What?" she asked my open-mouthed friends.
Willow slid her hand into Cordy’s, "I think this is one of the times you should be quiet sweetie."
"I’m only asking what everyone is thinking. Mrs Post set us up. I could have been killed by those vampire kidnappers, as could Willow. No-one would blame you if you took a little revenge," she shrugged
"I didn’t touch her," I said fixing Cordy with a stare – she remained stubbornly unembarrassed. I let the words hang for a moment before turning towards Giles, "Lilah hinted it was the Mayor who got rid of her, as she’d outlived her usefulness and a witness saw a blonde enter Mrs Post’s room… one with slightly bigger boobs."
"Your boobs are big enough…" said Xander, "Hey a guy notices these things."
Faith gave a quirky smile and a small glance towards my top, but before Giles noticed anything she straightened her expression and said, "Darla? She’s both blonde and one of the Mayor’s minions."
"It could be or it could be someone else," said Giles, hedging his bets like a pro, "She’s not a vampire, but then you don’t need vampire strength to stab someone."
"It doesn’t matter whether she stabbed Mrs Post or not, we need to find that tramp and kick her oversized butt, metaphorically at least," I said.
"Agreed," said Giles.
"So what’s the plan?" asked Xander.
I ran my hand through my hair. It was like a bird’s nest, the cops hauling me out before I’d had time to put a brush through it or apply my lippy, or even, looking down at my shapeless jogging pants, get dressed in anything which was fit for the streets. "Well first thing I’m going to do is have a bath."
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"No. I’m good," I shouted to my Mom, then changed my mind, "Could you get some more choccy cereal? We’re almost out."
I think my Mom heard as she called up something in reply, but I was just ducking my head under the water, letting it soak over me and contentedly blowing bubbles through my lips. By the time I emerged I could hear the car reversing from the driveway as Mom headed out to the shops. I leant back and relaxed. When I’d got in the steam of my bath had been so thick that I could barely see my toes, but gradually the water had cooled from lava-like to just hot. After spending the day sitting in a police interview room, on a plastic seat so hard that it was a wonder my ass cheeks weren’t aching like I’d had a spanking from half my class, I deserved some luxury. I slid under the bubbles again.
Through the water I heard, "Hey B, want me to scrub your back?"
I surfaced like a seal, shaking my hair round and twisting my head, "Faith," I said.
"Just saw your Mom pulling out; she said you were in the bath, so I thought I’d pop in," grinned Faith. She took off her leather jacket and tossed it on the toilet seat before kneeling down beside me and sliding a hand under the water. She grinned teasingly, "Now where’s the sponge?"
"Not there," I managed to murmur as her slender fingers slid round my pussy lips, pushing and teasing, "Nor there," I gave another moan as one of them slid into the hole.
"You sure, blondie?" smiled Faith.
"You can check," I said and arched my back as she did. Her finger moved in and out of my slit, swirling round the hole and exploring every fold of my womanly flesh. I could feel the pleasure rushing through me as her digit slid round my tight teen twat, touching and brushing over my clit in a way that made me gasp and groan with pleasure. The water stirred about me, small rings expanding in ever increasing circles as I shook at her touch, my toes and knees emerged and submerged as I quaked, splashes and waves about them.
"Not there," confirmed Faith and slid her finger back out. She brought it out of the bath and held it in front of her mouth as if she was about to lick my juice away. Instead she gave a small smile and blew away the bubbles before putting her hand back in to the bath, "Let’s have another look."
This time she found the sponge almost straight away, but she seemed in no hurry to move to my back. Slowly and gently she massaged my thighs with it, getting rid of any strains and knots that the warm water and my own sponging hadn’t got rid off. Up and down she moved, grinning as she looked at my giggling face. I hadn’t felt this good since the summer and my fuckings with Lilah. Especially as Faith moved up between my thigh and began to clean at my cunt, pushing down so the sponge went into my slit and rubbed at my super-sensitive sex. I moaned, the water moving and rippling about me, "Oh that feels so good."
"Well cleanliness is next to Godliness," said Faith as she gave my front hole so good a cleaning that it was probably pushing the old man with the beard off his heavenly throne. She continued to wash until my pussy was as polished as a silver platter and so clean she could have eaten from it. Her hand moved up, the sponge massaging my stomach and sides and then up to my titties. "These look like they could do with a good scrubbing," she said mischievously.
"I’m in your hands," I giggled back as Faith cupped a tit in one hand and then began to vigorously sponge at it. I gave a small groan as my nipples went hard from the attention, little shivers of bliss shooting through my body. Soap dripped from the teats down over my round flesh and toned tummy, leaving small white skid marks in its wake. My fellow Slayer scrubbed at them vigorously, rubbing so hard that if skin could be cleaned off they’d have been raw. After she finished one she dipped the sponge into the bubbly water and moved to my second boob, rubbing hard and squeezing soapy liquid all over my pert teen tittie. I gave another titter of enjoyment as Faith finished with my front and moved round to my back, "I should get dirty more often if you’re going to help me bathe."
"What can I say, girlfriend, you put the dirt into dirty," she laughed as she brought the sponge down my back in one swift motion. A finger slid towards the crack of my butt, "and when I say dirty, I don’t mean unclean" she continued, before moving her face closer to my ear and murmuring, "Dirty slut."
"You know it," I said and stood up, the soap bubbles floating from my body like a snowstorm as the water cascaded down me "I think I’m clean enough, unless you want to polish me into a marble statue."
Faith stood up, her keen eyes apprising my body, as her nose, no doubt, scented my arousal. A small smile came to her lips, "I like you kinda dirty… now step out of that tub and I’ll dry you off."
I lifted my foot and kicked a wave of water at her. Faith dodged, giving a most unFaithlike shriek. I laughed and got out, holding open my arms, "Rub me down."
Picking up the towel Faith came towards me, her hands moved round my waist and pulled me close, "In a moment," she said and pressed herself against my wet body. Her mouth opened and her tongue pushed into mine. I kissed back, moving my lips in time with hers and letting her tongue slither around. Her dry clothes rubbed against my wet body, drying me and making me damp at the same time. She broke from me long enough to pull of her T-shirt and then was back in. My arms were still outstretched and I moved them back, my hands moving up to undo her bra, so that her large, gorgeous, bouncy titties were pressing against my smaller, but pertly firm, breasts. "You’re getting wetter," she murmured as one hand moved down to cup my sopping slit, "I better dry you properly."
I groaned as she slid the towel between my legs and, with one hand on each side of me, began to vigorously tug back and forth. The woollen material shot fast over my hole and whilst it was generating a lot of heat down there, my cunt wasn’t getting any drier. I leant against Faith and gasped in pleasure, "Oh Faith, dry me good." The towel got wetter as Faith ‘dried’ my cunt hard, juice soaking into and leaving wet patches discolouring the light blue patterns.
"It’s not working at all," said Faith and pulled the towel away from my slit. She skipped behind me and began to towel me properly. Slowly, she rubbed at every particle of my skin, wiping away the water and replacing the dampness with a warm, blissful feeling of pleasure. I had never realised a towel could feel so sensual, as its fluffy fibres stroked my skin. Even as she was towelling lower Faith’s lips were on me, kissing the back of my neck, down my spine and onto my ass cheeks, her moist, dark lips pursing against my drying flesh.
"I think that’s you dry," said Faith finally, before giving my buttocks another kiss turned sexy bite, "well as dry as you’re going to get."
Her body pressed up against me as she stood, her beautiful titties following the trail of small kisses her mouth made against my back. I groaned in excited pleasure, "Take me," I moaned, "take me and fuck me."
I was swept of my feet, literally, as Faith grabbed me up and carried me towards my room. She kicked at the door, luckily it was ajar cos in any competition between a lock and a horny slayer it was the lock that was gonna lose out. The bed bounced as I was tossed on it. I sat up instantly and grinned, "So I take that’s a yes to ‘take me and fuck me’ suggestion."
"I didn’t think it was a suggestion," grinned Faith as she unbuttoned her jeans, "More an order."
"I may have worded it strongly," I agreed, watching as Faith pulled down her jeans. Her thongs quickly followed, leaving her naked apart from a pair of socks – and then they were off as well. I licked my lips, "You’re looking sexy."
"Likewise Tinkerbell," grinned my lover, "Now where do you keep your toys?"
"Under the bed, with my weapons," I replied.
I brought my feet back onto the bed as Faith bent down and pulled out my chest. She grinned and looked at me, "Quiet a collection, B"
"Weapons or toys?" I asked with an innocent expression.
"Both," she held up a heavy dildo and smacked it into her palm with a thwack, "’specially as there are some I’m not sure off."
"Put Mr Pointy in my holes and we won’t be friends," I grinned.
"I’m sure I can work out what is what," said Faith, teasingly holding up one of my throwing axes, frowning at it and then putting it back. She rummaged around a few moments more and then stepped back holding a strap-on, "I’m guessing if this is a weapon its one you’re not against being impaled on."
I swung my legs back over the bed and spread them apart so that Faith could see the moistness of my hole, "I’m not going to vamp and go pouf if you stick it in me."
"So I’m going to top am I," grinned Faith, "You sure you don’t want to stick it in me?"
It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about; sexually I was more than happy being a bottom and getting all the orgasms. Anyway it was tradition for Slayers to the sexual submissive in any fuck and just cos Faith was getting all modern, girl-power, well some of us think that there’s a place for the old way. Still if Faith wanted me to top, I guessed I could hold my nose and stomach and have a go. I looked at her and the strap-on feeling a bit green round the gills and suddenly totally off-sex, which has never happened before. Faith grinned at me, "Don’t worry girlfriend, you don’t need to look like a sick rabbit – I’ll go top." My libido returned in a flash.
"Good," I said and lay back my legs open, "Come and fuck."
I had been so relieved that Faith wasn’t wanting me to top that I lay down too early and had a couple of minutes of looking at my ceiling as Faith put on the toy and adjusted the straps so that they fitted snugly over her body. I could have sat up and watched her, but that would have left me looking like I was a jack-in-the-box, so I looked upwards at the cracks and listened to her as she tightened leather and snapped buckles together. Then I heard her footfall as she stepped forward and felt her body as she moved on top of me. Her hands moved to my titties and she squeezed them before slithering up over me until her face was above mine. I could see the sexy spark of her eyes and the quiver of her lips as she ran her tongue over them. She moved one hand to balance beside me, whilst the other took the toy and guided it towards my wet and ready slit. "You’re looking good, B; feeling good as well."
I moved my own legs as far apart as they could go, opening my pussy and felt the toy move into my well-oiled cunt. It slid down, the cum lubricating the rubber and Faith’s strength pushing aside any resistance from my flexible, elastic walls. I felt a buzz of pleasure as the toy hit my clit, banging at the bud and pressing it against the soft flesh that surrounded it. There was a slurping sound as Faith levered herself up, the wet suction of my hole pulling at the dildo. Then she came down again, harder and toy smacked, again, against my clit. I gave a groan, "Yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy Faith, fuck it, fuck it."
"Yeah, you dirty slutty Slayer," said Faith, "I’m gonna bang you until you explode."
Her body slammed up and down against mine, each thrust sending the dildo deep into my hole and hard against my clit. I banjoed up, pushing my pussy up to meet her and get the maximum I could from the toy. Our bodies crashed together, two teen Slayers in peak physical condition; we hit so hard it almost hurt, like two Jaguars going headfirst into each other. I could feel the muscles in her body, contorting and stretching as they pressed against mine, her midriff so toned and firm that it fitted into my equally flat stomach like a couple of puzzle pieces, with not an ounce of fat to cushion us. The only excess weight was in our tits, hers more than mine, as they bashed and bounced against each other, the nipples stiff and erect. And as she came down her mouth grabbed for mine, in a confusion of lips and tongues and grunts and squeals – I could feel her breath in my mouth and her tongue cracking against my lips, as our noses collided. We coupled with a frenzied intensity
The pleasure boiled within me, a blast of orgasm after orgasm. My head pushed back, allowing Faith’s lips and tongue to share my throat, and my mouth opened in a scream, "Aaaarrrghhh, fuuuuckkk… fuck your Buffy slut, fuck my tight teen pussy, fuck it hard, Faith… aaaaarrrrgggghhhh."
Another orgasm exploded in me, shredding and ripping at my flesh and leaving my nerves quivering like wheat stalks in a gale. My body shook and pushed at Faith, my wet slippery skin pressing against her firm, sexual body. Harder and harder, she ploughed, fast and deep, slamming the toy down until my clit felt like it was either being given the treat of its life or battered like a second rate boxer. I’d never been fucked so hard and so deep for so long. Sure, I’d had other good fuckings, but Faith was in another league, keeping going long after less Slayery lovers had panted to a halt. I swung my legs up and wider, "Aaaarrrggghhh, oh my God, aaaaarggghhh, fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck."
Faith levered herself up so high that the toy came out from my slot with a slurp, my cum dripping down from it. She looked at me, a red flush across her face the only sign of any exertion. She grinned, "Turn onto your front, B, I want to fuck that firm ass of yours."
"Sure," I said. She remained hovering over me as I turned. I put my hands down to my cheeks and pulled at them, peeling the buttocks apart and opening my far from virgin butthole. I turned my head as far as it could go, which was enough to see the hand planted next to me, and said, "I’m ready Faith. Ram my ass."
She didn’t pound down, but she didn’t go too slow either. The dildo entered my ass and pushed down. I raised myself to meet it and felt Faith’s body against me, her thighs touching mine and the her pelvis pushing against my buttocks as the attached strap-on went down as far as she could shove it; and that was far. I gasped as the rubber slammed at my anal wall hitting my already excited clit from a different angle. The toy rammed in again and I shrieked as the orgasm hit me, a rush of blissful pleasure. Faith moved up and down, ploughing the toy deep into my butt. My arms were outstretched, gripping and clawing both air and sheets. I gasped and shrieked in ecstasy, blowing my breath out in explosive spurts. Beneath me I could feel the perspiration soaking at the quilt, the cooling dampness of the bedding counteracting the sticky, sweaty warmth of my body. I gave another shriek of pleasure and my hands reached out again, grabbing the crumpled sheets and pulling them closer, "Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my God fuck my ass Faith, I want you to fuck my ass."
"You’re so tight, B, I’ve never fucked such a fucking tight butt, B, fuck, fuck, fuck," there was a slight pant to Faith’s voice as even the Slayer stamina faltered when pounding my taut butthole. I raised myself more, trying to do more of the work, but her thrusts rammed me back down, pushing my wet cunt against the bedding. I couldn’t complain as with the slamming I was getting in my ass was rubbing my pussy hard against the bed, the friction sending waves of pleasure into me. They might not have been as powerful as the orgasms I was getting from my ass-fucking, but they were still one hell of a Buffy bonus. "Christ, Twiggy, Christ on a fuckin’ crutch… huh…huh…" Faith gasped.
"Aaaaarrrrghhh, aaaaaarrgghhh," I shrieked in reply, the orgasm so powerful that I bent so much I almost snapped. Faith continued to pound me, her long dark hair whipping against me as she slammed. It didn’t take long until I came again, the orgasm as mind-blowing as before. Faith didn’t pause or slow, but continued to ram down deep into my ass, packing my hole with her toy. I gripped the bedding, tearing and ripping at the material. "Aaaarrrghh, aaaaarggghh," I screamed so hard my voice hurt. Sweat was dripping from me, pouring down like melting iron rivulets and covering my body with its cool, wet sheen. "AAAaarrrghhhh… aaaarrgggghhh" the orgasms came so close together it was impossible to tell when one wave of ecstasy finished and another began.
It was the best fucking I’d had for so long, an almost constant wave of ass-stretching, pussy-wetting, throat-tearing pleasure. I screamed once more and then again, my yells so loud that the neighbours probably thought I was being murdered.
"Fuck," gasped Faith and dropped off me. She lay on her back, her chest rising and falling as she took in deep breaths. I turned over on my back. I could feel my aching butt slowly close, without Slayer healing it would probably have still been gaping come the next Millennium. "Fuck," repeated Faith, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
I knew exactly how she felt and there was only one thing I could say in return. I wiped the sweat from my head, "Want to go again? Five minutes?"
There was a brief pause and then Faith turned her head so she was looking directly into my face. Her lips curled upwards in a small grin, "You know I do blondie."
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