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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-City of Lost Angels
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- 4-4
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- 8-8
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The graveyard was quiet apart from the squeals of ecstasy; no owls disturbed the silence, no creaking trees or wind rustling through the leaves, just gasps and moans and shrieks as Buffy pounded Vi from behind with a strap-on. Even Buffy was quiet, unable to talk as Rona kissed and slurped at her mouth, the naked black girl astride Vi’s back, using her friend as a horse. A tongue began to lick all over Buffy’s nipples, Kennedy… where had she come from, thought Buffy, she hadn’t been there a moment ago.
She was still pondering the puzzle when an explosion of sound blasted next to her ear. Her eyes opened rapidly and with a groan she rolled over and hit the ‘off’ button on her radio. Her pussy was damp with lust and tingling with excitement, the silk of her pyjamas both stick to the hole and providing a soft frisson of pleasure. She ignored it, and forced her legs out of bed; it wasn’t unusual for her to have sex dreams, as vivid and confusing as real life. She just wished she could have them about men, as she used to have when she was a teen, not naked and sweaty Slayers.
She walked over to her laptop and, as she did first thing most mornings, checked her e-mails. Caridad and her two trainees had found an unidentified demon; they were going to identify it with Giles in the morning, Colleen had bumped a vamp on her patrol and staked her. She scrolled down to one from Willow at three in the morning; she’d sent out Vi and Rona last night and they’d not seen anything, this time she’d gone with Rona and Shannon to a new club, nothing again.
Buffy switched off the laptop, she’d check again when she got into the office, but she didn’t expect anything would have changed. She was starting to worry; she wouldn’t have said Faith was reliable, anything but, but she would have said that she could look after herself. That meant she was being even more unreliable than usual or whatever trouble she had run into was so big that even Faith was unable to get out of it and that meant it was huge. As she went downstairs to make herself some breakfast Buffy wondered whether she should have been the one to go to LA and not allow herself to put off by the fact her spoilt brat of a sister was in the same city. She shrugged, it was too late now, if she turned up it would just be saying she didn’t think Willow and Xander could handle it; and that wasn’t what a leader did.
*
"Morning Buffy," the Director, Franco, called with a grin as Dawn walked into the small studio they were shooting in.
As the teen blushed the cameraman frowned, "Why do you call her that? That’s Dawnie Springs."
It was Cindy, the ropist, who answered, "It’s her safety word, every time. She won’t say who Buffy is, an ex-girlfriend or something we reckon."
"It’s no one," Dawn said firmly as she put down her bag and joined them, "It’s just a word that’s easy to remember and is never going to come out by accident."
"You won’t need it today, anyway," said Franco, "You’re going to be the domme. We’ve got a new girl as the submissive." He gestured over to the side of the room towards a young woman, sitting with her back to them, was having her make-up done. "Called Faith Lehane."
Dawn almost took a step backwards, before fleeing the door. It was only because porn producers and directors tended not to rehire stars that fled at the last moment she held her ground. "Did you say Faith Lehane?"
"Yeah, nice girl, seems very mild, perfect bottom material, but I can’t see her being able to make the switch and act as the top. Her safe word is ‘Sunnydale’, just so you know."
"Sunnydale," repeated Dawn, "It would be."
"What?" Franco looked at her in puzzlement.
"Nothing," replied Dawn, "I mean it’s nice and easy to remember, I like it, might take it myself sometime, Buffy’s getting old as a safety word."
Dawn took another look at the girl sitting in make-up. She hadn’t really noticed before, but now staring at her, it did look like her Faith, same build, same height, same hairstyle. Though ‘nice’ and ‘mild’ were not words Dawn would have ever used to describe the dark haired Slayer; even if she had been kinda cool for a friend of Buffy and a murderer. Nor, even if Faith was a happy one night stand type of girl, had Dawn ever thought she would be starring in porn, much less as a submissive in a lesbo BDSM. But then she hadn’t thought her Mom would be either. The teen sighed, she had been trying to ignore the mystery of her amnesiac Mom and not bring her bitch sister in, but if it was Faith and she was all memory loss as well Dawn didn’t think she could put it off any longer.
She walked over to the make-up table, the young woman not looking any less like Faith as she got nearer. Any lingering doubts vanished as she turned and smiled, "Hi, I’m Faith, you must be Dawnie Springs?" There was no recognition in her voice.
"Yes," Dawn nodded briefly at the make-up lady before turning back to Faith, "Though my real name is Dawn Summers. Are you from Sunnydale?"
"Nope, never been there, I’m from Arkansas," Faith said in an accent that was pure Bostonian.
"I heard Sunnydale was your safety word, why that?" Dawn asked.
Faith tipped her head to one side, like her Mom had been doing when asked a question about her past, as if she was thinking. There was a pause as the brain gears clanked into place, "It sounded sweet, somewhere I could go to if I was in trouble, so it seemed perfect as a safe word."
To Dawn, that didn’t sound an accurate description of the monster infested town which had collapsed into a hellmouth. But it did sound like evidence that there was something much more mysterious than just her Mom coming back from the dead with both her and Faith having memories as false as ninety year old’s teeth. There was nothing for it, but to get Buffy involved.
Faith didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong, instead she was continuing to smile as innocently as a Sunday school teacher though what she was smiling about would have the teacher suffering a stroke. "It sounds like a really fun shoot. I’m looking forward to it. You really fuck me hard, I’m made a total slut by you."
She picked up the shooting schedule and handed it to Dawn. The teen had known the broad outlines but only when she looked at it did she realise how kinky it was going to be, with hard sex and domination. She looked up from the paper, and at Faith. The brunette had always been sexy, with her dark looks and slender body packed up top with two boulders of boobs, big and firm, perfect to be sucked and whipped. But she had been out of reach of Dawn, Buffy would have wigged if she’d known her little sister was banging another girl never mind Faith, too old, too bad an influence. But now… she was here for the asking.
"I’m looking forward to it as well," Dawn slipped off her jacket and began to undress, "I’m sure we’ll have fun." She’d still have to tell Buffy and Willow, but it could wait until after the shoot; she might find something out and at the very least she’d get to fuck Faith.
*
Amy Madison jerked her shoulders, they hurt and seemed out of position – it was always the same when she stopped being a rat. It was one of the reasons she hated being a rodent, though the main one was her secret fear that once again she’d be stuck as it and this time forever. She wouldn’t have cast the spell if she had a better choice, but she needed to get into the hotel. The easiest way in was quick trip through the sewers, up a pipe and then along the corridor to Willow’s room and for the first two bits of that being rodent size was a must. For the third bit, well she was standing naked and she hoped that if any of the Slayers did see her they be so shocked to see a naked hottie that she’d have time to work some more traditional magic before they could work out what was going on.
The door opened easily to her incantation. That was a surprise, Willow must be confident that the hotel was safe not to have cast some sort of blocking spell to stop mystical burglars. Or perhaps the redhead was just arrogant, Amy thought her ex-friend had been full of herself, just because she could cast a few spells and hadn’t accidentally turned herself into a rat. It made Amy seethe again about how she’d been treated. She hadn’t murdered an innocent man like Faith, tried to kill Buffy and take over Sunnydale like Andrew or mass murdered hundreds like Spike. But all of them had been invited into the Scoobies and forgiven; not thrown off like an unwanted rag as soon as Willow had got bored with them.
She stepped into the room, the carpet was itchy and cheap, but still warmer than the cold corridor floor. Amy looked around Willow’s room, the décor was old-fashioned and barely kept, the paper peeling from the wall, the wooden wardrobe stained on one side by sunlight which came through a broken blind. You could tell Willow lived here as unlike the other rooms she had tried (and whose furnishings were in even worse condition) this one had been dusted and cleaned, made suitable for habitation. And the bed was neatly made, with the clothes folded and put away, which wasn’t true for room of the Slayer next door. But what confirmed it was Willow’s was the pile of notes on the table.
Amy sat down, quickly going through them. Most of them were useless, a print-out of a report Vi and Rona had sent to Buffy on Faith’s disappearance, a map to the hotel, some theories Willow had scribbled on a notepad and then discarded (all of them wrong, Amy was pleased to see). But there was one piece of paper that was interesting, on one side was a list of lesbian bars and clubs – all written out by Cordelia Chase, Amy would recognise Sunnydale High’s queen bitch’s loopy handwriting anywhere. Next to it, in Willow’s neater, more precise lettering were a series of initials and dates; it took moments for Amy to work out that WR was Willow and XH was Xander, she assumed the others were the names of the Slayers out here.
She looked at the list, memorising the bars and the dates and when Willow would be visiting them. It was time she arranged the redhead a quick surprise.
*
As Dawn and Faith got ready for the scene, having their hair and make-up done, Dawn lubricating her dildo, Faith opening her ass, the two of them talked and Dawn learnt two things. Firstly, Faith had no idea of her past life in Sunnydale and instead thought she was a runaway Preacher’s daughter from down South, who had dropped out of University after being caught trying to smuggle pot into her sorority house. And secondly that if Faith had any control over it (and despite being tied up she would have) it was going to be one fuck of a hot scene.
"Okay," Franco called them over for a last minute briefing, "You’ve gone through the sheets; Dawnie you’re a ball-busting, or perhaps pussy-tearing, bitch and Faith is your slut toy. Faith say your safe word so we all know it"
"Sunnydale," Faith smiled. She was standing naked apart from a pair of flip-flops, protecting her feet against the cold concrete floor, and she’d kick those off before they started filming.
"Dawn, I know you know the drill, but I got to say this, company policy, but if Faith says Sunnydale you stop at once, no trying to complete the scene or a final thrust for luck, but straight out. If Faith’s tied Cindy will come and untie her; no one else. And just so we understand, we don’t start again until Faith is ready, even if that means stopping the shoot. You both understand?"
The two young brunettes nodded as the Director continued, "You’ve gone through the shooting schedule? Any questions or comments? Any worries?"
"What time’s lunch?" Dawn asked.
Franco grinned, "I’ve got some sandwiches being delivered about twelve, twelve thirty, that alright for you?"
"Prawn?"
"You know I’m allergic to seafood, chicken."
"I’ll live I suppose," Dawn smiled to show she was joking. "No questions from me."
"Faith?"
"None, I’m just looking forward to this. I’ve never done anything as kinky."
Even given Faith’s reputation Dawn thought that might be true, given that the scene entailed her getting tied up, whipped and, after a vigorous hardcore pounding, a fist up her ass.
"Okay let’s start with a tracking shot, Dawn leading Faith into the dungeon."
Cindy got up and placed a noose round Faith’s neck, pulling it tight enough that it was creasing at the skin, but not so taut that there was any risk of throttling. She passed the other end, looped, to Dawn, who took it. Unlike Faith Dawn was wearing clothes, or at least some coverings, a corset which went up to under her titties, leaving them dangling over the top, and went down to just above the tattoo above the pussy. The slit itself was invisible beneath the massive strap-on thong Dawn was wearing, the toy jutting out like a perpetual hard-on. Faith kicked of her flip-flops, grimacing slightly as her feet rested on the concrete floor. Cindy picked them up and whisked them away as the cameraman and boom operator moved into position.
"Action," called Franco and Dawn tugged at the rope, making it jerk against the back of Faith’s neck and dragging her forward like she was a particularly disobedient puppy.
Faith staggered forward, her face a picture of lust and nervousness combined. Dawn led her into the centre of the room, the cameraman following her and making sure he got the props in the background, the ropes dangling from the ceiling and the frame over which Faith would be bent later. Dawn stopped and played the rope’s loop round her hand as she turned to Faith. "What’s your name?"
"Faith," said the brunette.
"Wrong," snarled Dawn. With her free hand she lashed out and slapped Faith across the cheek, leaving a red mark and making the brunette give a scared whimper that was so realistic that Dawn half-expected her to utter the safe word right away. She paused a second and asked the question again, "What’s your name?"
There was a silence for a second before Faith whimpered, "It is Faith, Faith Lehane."
Dawn swapped hands, placing the loop in her left. She drew her right back and smacked Faith hard, providing her with a twin red mark on the opposite cheek from before, "Wrong. I’ll tell you your name. It’s Fuckwhore. What’s your name?"
"It’s Fuckwhore," Faith looked down, not meeting the younger porn star’s eyes
"Fuckwhore, Mistress Dawnie," this time Dawn jerked the rope, forcing Faith downwards, dragging it until the sexy brunette fell to her knees on the concrete. She raised her foot, so that was standing on one leg and placed it below Faith’s mouth, "Kiss it Fuckwhore."
"Yes, Mistress Dawnie," Fuckwhore, aka Faith replied. She pursed her lips and kissed Dawn’s boot gently, tenderly before moving up to kiss the bottom of her thigh. Dawn had to stop herself from giggling, it tickled and felt kinda tingly, which wasn’t the things that you were supposed to feel in a hardcore BDSM film for the website ‘Extreme Pain Sluts’. She put her foot down and made sure her expression was suitably grim, "What’s your name?"
"It’s Fuckwhore, Mistress Dawnie," Faith didn’t raise her head.
"Why are you here Fuckwhore?" Dawn asked.
"To be your slut," Faith whined.
"To be my slut and be punished," Dawn corrected.
"Okay," Franco called, "That was good, Dawn you take five. Cindy can we rope Faith up for the next shot."
Dawn went over to the refreshment’s table and opened a bottle of chilled water, sipping it as she watched Cindy tying Faith up. The teen’s cunt was blazing in anticipated excitement. In the months since she had entered the business she’d been a submissive dozen hardcore BDSM scenes, about half of them with Franco and Cindy. She’d enjoyed them all, being spanked, tied up, whipped, having large objects inserted in small holes, gagged, slapped, pissed on, anally abused and titty tortured; as her website said she had limits, she just hadn’t found them yet. And she especially enjoyed them with Franco and Cindy, the lanky balding Director, always been considerate of his stars, having them fucked to extreme on film, but looking after them off. And Cindy was one of the best ropers in the business, her expertise as knots paying for her to study for Doctorate in Econometrics. She was cute enough that Dawn had several times allowed the young academic to practice tying a tricky knot in a purely personal capacity, as long as Cindy filled a hole or two whilst doing it.
However, it was the first time Dawn had been the top in a BDSM; sure she’d topped plenty of times in her normal lesbian movies, pounding front and back holes of her sexy co-stars; but she’d never dommed. It would be exciting enough with anyone, taking absolute control, humiliating and owning them, sating her lusts on a helpless cutie, who was made into little more than a toy doll for her lusts.
Doing it with Faith Lehane added an extra frisson of excitement to the whole thing. Not that Faith had been a bitch or especially needed punishment – but Faith had been the one person almost tough enough to beat Buffy and dominating her so completely was like beating her sister at one remove. Dawn was almost tempted to send Buffy the DVD of her whipping Faith, saying ‘This is what you were too pussy to do’. She’d have loved to see Buffy’s horrified face as she watched Faith get analised by her little sister; she’d probably have a stroke. But then Dawn thought she’d have to tell Buffy anyway, about Faith and about their Mom, and Buffy’s reaction didn’t seem so amusing. "Perhaps, it might be best to tell Willow and let her break the news," Dawn said to herself.
Her musings were cut short as Franco called out, "You ready again, Dawn?"
She downed a drink of water, "Yep, ready and willing." She walked over to Cindy and took the leather riding crop the ropist was proffering.
Franco gave her some last instructions, "Start gently on her tits, stroking them. Faith you’re scared, terrified, you know where this is leading - show your fear, whimper, shake, you may deserve your punishment, but it’s still nerve wracking waiting for it."
Dawn went over to Faith, her heels snapping on the concrete. Faith’s wrists were tied together above her head, leaving her naked body exposed and uncovered beneath them. The brunette Slayer tried to pull away as Dawn approached, but she couldn’t get far. "Please Mistress Dawnie…" she whined without saying what she was asking for. Dawn ignored her anyway, flexing the crop between her hands and brushing it over Faith’s large, firm boobs and down her chest to between her legs, the leather cane sliding over the older brunette’s cunt.
Faith shook and tried to escape, struggling uselessly against the ropes, but they were tied to well. She gave a whimper of fear, trembling as Dawn’s crop moved over her thighs. The camera followed Dawn as she circled round the brunette, brushing over Faith’s butt and the small of her back round the waist and back to her stomach. Faith’s expression was as anxious as Dawn had ever seen it, and if some of that was acting a lot was real nerves – Dawn was going to give her a hard thrashing even if was consensual and for a movie. The teen gave a wicked smile and rub the crop against a hard nipple, "You’re a bad slut aren’t you Fuckwhore?"
"Yes Mistress Dawnie," Faith’s voice was full of pleading like that would stop her being whipped, though if it had it wouldn’t become the biggest download on ‘Extreme Pain Sluts’.
Luckily for the future of the movie neither Dawnie nor Franco had any intention of letting it end there. Franco gave Dawnie a brief nod, "I think that’s enough tease."
Dawn nodded and glanced at the cameraman to make sure he was following her before flexing the cane once more and retreating to behind Faith’s back. The dark haired Slayer struggled to turn round to see what Dawnie was doing, but the ropes kept her in place. Dawnie crept close behind her, so close that her strap-on pushed between the Slayer’s thighs and rubbed at the bottom of her cunt lips. She placed her lips on Faith’s neck and blew, "Bad Fuckwhore, bad, bad Fuckwhore."
She retreated back and lay the crop gently across Faith’s butt-cheeks, lightly bringing it back and forth like it was bow and the buttocks were violin strings. The dark haired beauty shuddered and whined; she was such a natural submissive that Dawn wondered whether it was her natural state and kick-ass, don’t give a fuck Faith was just a front. She raised the crop from the brunette’s ass, "You need to be punished Fuckwhore."
"Ooooowwwww," Faith squealed in pain as the leather crop thrashed down on her perfect round ass. The skin where it hit instantly turned from a pale white to a mottled red, the ass turning from flawless to stripy in a blink of an eye. Dawn raised the crop again and brought it down. Faith shrieked again, "Ooowwwwwww!" She tried to get away, but there was no escape and her toes scrabbled on the concrete the crop crashed down again. A third loud scream filled the room.
"Go lower as well, on her thighs," said Franco.
Dawn nodded and did as she was told, the fourth caning cracking just below the buttocks, smacking the fleshy top of Faith’s legs. The brunette screamed, there was fat there to cushion the blow, but less of it and Dawn had been bottom in enough hardcore spanking scenes to know it stung. Not that that knowledge stopped her bringing the cane down in the same place, if Faith hadn’t wanted to get herself painfully thrashed she shouldn’t have signed up for an ‘Extreme Pain Sluts’ spanking. The teen raised the crop again and brought it down for a sixth time. "How’s that Fuckwhore? Do you know your place yet?"
"Ooooowwwww, yes, yes, Mistress Dawnie. I’ll be good, I’ll be a good slutty Fuckwhore for you."
"I think you’re just saying that," smirked Dawn and brought the cane down on the red and white striped butt-cheeks. Faith shrieked loudly and her body wobbled like she was trying to climb her way up the ropes. Dawn smiled and brought down the cane twice more in quick succession; she had been looking forward to this topping scene since it had been booked a couple of weeks ago. It was even better doing it with a submissive Faith, much more fun than it would have been doing it with an anonymous newcomer she’d never met before. "I think you’re just trying to stop me thrashing your worthless ass Fuckwhore? Are you?"
"No, Mistress Dawnie," cried Faith, "No, no, no, I’m a useless, worthless slutty Fuckwhore who needs to be punished. I’ve learnt my lesson."
Ignoring the contradiction Dawn thrashed again and again, bringing the cane down over the Slayer’s ass and thighs. Faith shrieked and squealed and writhed, looking like she was trying to escape her ropes. It was all for show, if Faith had really wanted to escape she’d have called her safe word. But as Dawn raised her arm again, Franco called out, "That’s enough. Let’s take five."
Cindy bustled forward and undid Faith, Dawn going back to take a sip of her water as Franco went to talk to Faith to check she was still okay and hadn’t forgotten her safety word. The break didn’t last long, just long enough for Dawn to drink a little water, send a text to Kate agreeing to meet up for dinner that night and for Faith to be retied. This time the Slayer was lifted off the floor, her hands and legs spread-eagled like she was a hammock. It wasn’t a position that she could be kept in long and Franco was understandably keen to move it along. He called over Dawnie, "Okay it’s the pussy whipping scene, thrash her cunt. You remember the safe word?"
Dawn nodded and because she knew Franco well enough to know he’d want confirmation said, "Sunnydale."
"Good girl, let’s do it; action."
Dawn raised the crop and struck it across Faith’s pussy lips. The blow was less hard than it looked, but still painful and Faith twisted and jangled against the ropes and squealed in pain, "Oooowwwww!" Dawn didn’t leave her any time to recover before she spanked the pussy again, cracking the leather crop against the wet hole. "Oooooowwww!" Faith cried out and pulled against the ropes.
"It’s your own fault Fuckwhore," Dawn said sternly, loving Faith’s new nickname, "You’re a terrible slut who needs to be thrashed on your whorey little fuckhole!"
"Yes Mistress Dawnie, ooowwwwww! Punish me. I’m your Fuckwhore. Cane my cunt."
Dawn thrashed down again and again. Faith took it, screaming and yelling it was true, and struggling at the ropes, writhing so much she almost twisted herself round. But there was no call of Sunnydale.
"Okay, let’s cut it there and break for lunch," Franco called it just at the right time in Dawnie’s eyes. Six canes of a pussy were enough, even for a Slayer.
As Faith was untied Dawn made a line for the sandwiches, she hadn’t realised how much of an appetite a hardcore thrashing of pussy worked up; no wonder dommes always stuffed themselves at lunch. A few minutes later she was joined by Faith, the brunette very carefully not taking a seat, her back and front still stinging from the crop’s cracks. She still grinned at Dawn, "Wow, I’ve never done that before. That was something."
"It didn’t hurt too much?" asked Dawn, reaching for a second sandwich – they were almost as tasty as wet pussy.
Faith paused, "Not too much. It’s really weird, but I think I can take pain better than others. It hurt, but I could cope. And I heal really quickly, look the welts on my butt, they’re already going." She turned to show Dawnie her ass. The marks were still visible, but Faith was right, they were definitely fading, soon the cheeks would be flawless.
Dawn, knowing Slayers wasn’t surprised, but as Faith had know idea that she was a Slayer she didn’t mention that instead she asked. "So did you enjoy it so far?"
Faith grinned so wide her face almost split, "I’m loving it. It’s such a turn on getting abused and humiliated in a safe environment. Knowing I can stop it any time I want with just a word and it’s my choice to continue is kinda empowering."
"Yeah, I suppose it is," Dawn hadn’t thought of it like that before, she just enjoyed being fucked in various kinky ways and testing her limits – not that she’d found any.
"And I love being called Fuckwhore. I mean that’s a great name, slutty, but really degrading, like I’m just a hole for my mistress. If any man called me that in real life I’d lay him out," grinned Faith, sounding like the kick-ass Slayer once again and not a runaway Preacher’s daughter – though she thought she was a Preacher’s daughter who’d smuggled pot through customs so she might also knock out uppity boyfriends.
"If you do decide to go all violent after name calling remember I’m the domme in this shoot," replied Dawn.
"Hey, don’t worry sister, as I said I’m loving this. I’m not even sure I want to domme, this is just too much fun, and anyway all that whipping and fucking you’ve got to do, looks too much like hard work," Faith grinned.
"It’s a living," Dawn grinned back and took a bite of her sandwich, picking up the plastic platter and offering to Faith.
The brunette took one and the sub and domme stood happily munching at their lunch, joined by the make-up lady and Cindy as Franco with the sound and cameraman worked talked out the technicals of the afternoon’s next shots. Eventually Franco was ready, coming over to grab a sandwich and also to say, "Faith you ready to be tied? We can wait five minutes if you haven’t finished lunch."
"I’m ready," said Faith. Dawn watched her walk towards the frame in the middle of the room, her ass wiggling as she walked – the cheeks as smooth as virgin snow. As Cindy tied the brunette over it Dawn applied some anal lube to strap-on she was wearing, smearing it with grease so it would go in easier. Faith had spent a large part of the pre-shoot dildoing her back passage open; Dawn hoped it hadn’t healed as well as her cheeks or else it’d be a tight thrust. She shrugged, there was little she could do about that and Faith was getting close to eight hundred dollars, she could cope with a thick strap-on tearing up her tight ass for that.
"Hey Dawnie, you ready?" Franco asked.
Dawn rubbed the excess lube from her hands with a paper napkin, "I’m always ready," she countered with a smile, walking towards Faith.
Faith was on her knees between the rods of the frame, her tits dangling over the lower rod whilst the middle one was clamped on her back, keeping her in place. Her wrists were in manacles, dangling from the top bar, raised above her like she was in the act of surrendering. There were further manacles on her ankles, chains attached them to concrete blocks, though there was enough flexibility to allow some limited movement. Her pert butt pointed invitingly at Dawn.
Franco grinned, "You know what I’m going to ask you?"
"Sunnydale," Dawn said.
"Right, stop the minute it’s said," repeated Franco. He stepped back out of view of the cameraman as the boom operator lifted his equipment, the microphone hovering just over head height and to the side. Franco grinned, "Okay, let’s hit it. Action."
"You know what you are Fuckwhore?" Dawn scowled and turned walking a couple of steps on the concrete clicking her heels on the concrete. She spun back like a guardsman on parade and walked a few paces back, "Do you know what you are?"
"I’m Fuckwhore mistress, I’m Fuckwhore," said Faith with a nervous whine, which Dawn was now sure wasn’t real submission, but the brunette acting and enjoying herself.
The teen slapped a butt with her hand, "That’s your name you stupid cunt. I asked what you are. Do you know the difference?"
"Yes Mistress," quivered Faith.
Dawn turned again, bringing her stilettos down hard with a click. She hoped the sound guy was picking up the measured precision with which she was walking, the deliberate stamp of heel on concrete; it wouldn’t sound nearly as good if they needed to be added in post-production. Nor would the clap of her palm on Faith’s ass, "I don’t think you do Fuckwhore. What are you Fuckwhore?"
"I’m yours Mistress Dawnie," replied Faith.
"That’s true, Fuckwhore but not the answer you stupid slut," Dawn raised her stiletto and stood on Faith one legged, driving the heel into the flesh of the brunette’s buttock until the skin was white. The brunette gave a sob and shake and Dawn took her foot of her resuming her pacing. "See I’m Dawnie Springs, that’s my name. What I am is your Mistress. You understand?"
"Yes Mistress Dawnie. I do," Faith’s voice was pleading.
"So what are you?"
"I’m your property?" asked Faith hopefully.
Dawn slapped her ass, hard, "You’re my fuckhole. A fucking cunt on legs, a mouth with tits." She paused and bent down, gently, but evilly stroking, the young Slayer’s ass cheeks, "An asshole with a body attached."
Faith nodded enthusiastically, "I am Mistress. I’m you’re fuckhole. Fuckwhore the fuckhole." Which would make a great name for a movie Dawnie thought.
"So you know what I do to fuckholes Fuckwhore. I fuck them, I fuck them hard and brutally, I tear them open and leave them gaping, I pound them into submission. I own them, I fuck them," Dawn stopped her pacing and turned round so that she was directly behind Faith. "So that’s what I’m going to do."
The asshole was both tight, given that Faith had opened it earlier, but also relaxed and ready get into, the brunette’s rectum not offering any sub-conscious resistance as the anal intruder entered it. Dawn gripped from behind, levering herself to get traction and power, slamming in. Faith squeaked and squealed, shuddering against the chains as her butthole was forced open, the thick toy ramming in. Dawn went harder, forcing the toy in as deep as it could go, deeper each time. Her thighs slapped at Faith, her nails nipped at the brunette. "How’s this Fuckwhore? How’s this?"
"Oooohh, fuck me Mistress Dawnie. Fuck your Fuckwhore’s anal fuckhole," Faith squealed, "I’m yours, it’s yours, fuck it as you want to."
Dawn pounded harder, thrusting in with a speed and expertise, giving Faith all the experience she had picked up in her time as a porn star, sending the dildo in deep and hard and keeping it their. The brunette squealed and shuddered, her buttocks quivering as the teen pounded at them. Above her head her wrists jangled in the manacles, the chain holding them pulling at the bar. They kept her from being pushed too far forward by Dawn’s poundings, so that every thrust went in hard and deep, tearing down the Slayer’s hole and opening the tunnel, leaving it stretched and gaping. "AAArrrghh, Mistress Dawnie. I’m your Fuckwhore fuckhole."
"You are Fuckwhore. You’re just an asshole with legs, you exist to be fucked by me, to be my hole," Dawn thudded down deep, slamming the dildo all the way into the hole. Faith shuddered and squealed, rocking the frame. Dawnie went faster, pounding as brutally she could without knocking herself out. It was hard to believe she was anally dominating the Dark Slayer. What would Buffy’s face look like if she could have seen? Her bitch sister would have a coronary if she’d have been here, seeing Faith get fucked like a very cheap whore, a Fuckwhore in fact. "Take it deep Fuckwhore. Take it fucking deep. I want my cock all the way in your ass."
"Okay, let’s swap ends," Franco called, "You want a break or you alright?"
The brunette nodded and then shook her head, "I’m good to go," she smiled, "I’m enjoying it."
"Let’s get a plug in your butt, keep it open for later," Franco said, nodding to Cindy. "You ain’t going to be able to talk for the next shot. You want to stop raise your middle finger – I’ll be watching. This time if I call Sunnydale Dawnie, you stop."
Sure thing," replied Dawnie, stepping away.
The make-up lady handed Dawn a drink. Dawnie took a swig of the bottled water and waited for Cindy to place the large butt-plug into Faith’s gaping back hole, before handing the water back to the make-up lady. The teen wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and moved round so that she was facing Faith. The Slayer opened her mouth and Dawn placed the dildo in it, taking hold of the back brunette’s head. The crew had swiftly moved into position, hoisting their equipment. Dawn nodded her readiness and through her manacles Faith gave a small thumbs up. Franco paused for just a second and then said "Action."
"Suck it Fuckwhore," snarled Dawn. Using the back of Faith’s head as a lever she pushed her dildo into the brunette’s mouth, forcing apart her jaws into a grimace and continuing in over her tongue, past her cheeks and into the back of her throat. Faith involuntarily struggled, twisting at her manacles and chains, trying to pull her head back from Dawn’s implacable push. But the teen and the bindings held her in place leaving her no option but to take the dick, gagging her bile over it as her eyes flushed with tears, the water streaming from them like she had been dosed with CS gas.
"Suck it good, Fuckwhore," Dawn pulled back a couple of inches, hearing Faith snort in oxygen through her nose. She could feel the shudders of the dark Slayer as her lungs worked overtime, trying to convert the precious millilitres of air into energy. The teen pushed forward again, continuing until Faith’s nose was pressed at the flesh just above her pussy. She held Faith in place, grinning, "That’s it, suck it good."
She knew the camera was on her, filming her sexy body, recording her sliding the dildo in and out of Faith’s mouth. Soon guys at home would be gripping their dicks and jacking off as they watched her fake phallus fill Faith’s face. They be groaning and grunting with pleasure as they watched the brunette’s cheeks suck in and her eyes bulge, their cum would spurt out as the Slayer’s saliva streamed from her mouth and over her chin. The thought made Dawn even wetter and hornier and her semi-naked body pounded forward again, driving the dildo into the other woman’s mouth. "Suck it Fuckwhore. Suck it hard."
Faith couldn’t swallow it any deeper, gagging and retching trying to stop the dick ripping into her tonsils. Dawn didn’t stop, she would hammer Faith, give it her hard, until she was told to stop, "Your mouth’s a fuckhole as well. Better I use it to fuck your face than you use it to whine. You like me fucking your face? I can’t hear you Fuckwhore, something seems to be in your fucking mouth." Dawn slammed forward, her hands gripping Faith’s head and driving the brunette’s head onto the dick. The Slayer shuddered and gagged, choking a wash of white bile over the dildo, covering it in a sheen of spit. Dawn went forward, "Fuckwhore’s getting her face fucked like a fucking Fuckwhore bitch."
Dawn slammed hard, almost forgetting it was a mouth she was fucking and not a wet cunt, only the press of Faith’s nose against her reminded the teen that she was ramming the dick all the way into the brunette, gagging and choking her with the massive plastic prick. Dawn was surprised how much punishment Faith was taking without complaint, even for a Slayer she was getting a pounding. To the side Franco was staring intensely at them, waiting for Faith’s finger to shoot up so that he could pause the shoot. The young woman’s finger stayed stubbornly put as Dawn rammed the cock into her.
"Fucking Fuckwhore get her fucking face fuckhole fucked." Dawn grunted, proud that her tongue had remained in control and she hadn’t slobbered her words. Faith didn’t reply, but more bile and saliva streamed from her mouth than a hungry St Bernard. "You a slut, Fuckwhore. A dirty whore of a slut. Say something if you disagree. Say something… nothing? You’re a fuckhole, a fucking piece of meat that I own. Worthless cunt."
Dawn rocked back and forth, ramming the cock in, perspiration prickled on her skin, an ache developing in her back as she pounded at an angle. And her repertoire of insult and scornful remarks was running out, whilst she loved calling Faith ‘Fuckwhore’ there was only so many times you could snarl it out with no reply before it lost its power and there was still more shooting to go. "Cut," called Franco to Dawn’s secret relief.
She pulled the dick out as the make-up lady rushed over with the drink. She didn’t go to Dawn first this time, but scurried over to Faith, raising the bottle to the tied up brunette’s mouth and letting her drink in. Franco was kneeling beside her, checking she was alright and that it wasn’t because she’d forgotten the safety gesture that she’d let Dawn continue for so long and so brutally deep. Faith smiled and reassured him it was that she had been fine, and she’d carried on because she wanted the movie to be a classic. Franco seemed content, "You ready for the next scene?"
"I am if Dawn is."
Dawn quickly snatched the bottle from the make-up lady, "Two seconds," she said and gulped down a refreshing glug, handing it back and smiling held out her hand for the make-out lady, "Gel me up."
The woman placed the bottle on the table and picked up some anal gel. She squirted a generous amount into her palm and then began to smear it all over Dawn's hand, all the way down from the tips of her finger to her wrist. Several times she refilled her palm with lube, generously coating the teen in the goo. Only when she was satisfied that the hand was as slippery as an eel did she nod to Franco, "Dawn’s ready."
"Okay, get behind her then," Franco called and Dawn walked over with Cindy to behind Faith’s ass.
The teen knelt down and placed the fingers of her gelled hand into a duck shape. Cindy pulled out the plug. Dawn looked at the gaping hole for a second, the rectum dark and open where the brunette had been pounded. But she didn’t consider it for long, she didn’t want it to close. In went her fingers, up to the first joint, then the tip of her thumb followed it, the knuckles. Faith groaned, "Fuck that feel’s tight."
"Just a couple more inches," Dawn said reassuringly. She looked up at the cameraman, he was fiddling with some knobs on his equipment as he waited for the scene to start, supremely uninterested that just feet away a teenage girl was pushing her hand into a woman only a few years older. She looked round the rest of the room, the lighting and sound guys were chatting, Cindy had opened a book and was busily marking it in pencil, the make-up lady was finishing the last of the sandwiches. Only the Director Franco was watching, and that was because he was waiting for any hint that a safety word would be shouted.
"I’m getting it in," Dawn twisted her hand as she pushed, it was past the knuckles, the anal walls pressing at the back of it.
"Hey, that’s okay, you take your time," Faith grunted in reply.
Slowly the fist entered the butthole. The hole had been dildoed and fucked, a butt plug stuffed up it and it was still damned, Slayerlike, tight. But Dawn continued to push, gradually thrusting aside the walls, retreating an inch and going forward again, stretching the ass with her fingers and hand. She gave a grin of victory as the sphincter closed round her wrist. "I’m in."
"Okay guys, take positions. When you’re ready."
"Ready. "Ready." "I’m done" "When you are." "This is so hot, I’m ready as well," the team all confirmed.
"Action," snapped Franco and as the camera trained on Dawn she thrust her hand into the asshole, making Faith shudder.
"I told you these fuckholes were mine Fuckwhore. Now I’ve got my fucking hand in it, how’s that?"
"It’s your asshole Mistress Dawnie," Faith squeaked in reply, "It’s made for you to fuck and fist it."
"Yeah Fuckwhore, it’s mine," said Dawn and pushed in. The Slayer’s butt was tight around her fingers and wrist, gripping it and squeezing it like the hole was a giant vice. She pulled back and pushed forward, her fingers forcing a line through the hole, pressing apart the walls. They were warm and soft to the touch, like a recently worn crumpled velvet dress. She pushed deeper, her middle finger a touch ahead of the rest opening the hole for the others to exploit. "It’s my anal fuckhole to fist."
In and out the teen went, her fist pummelling at the ass of the Slayer. Her pussy was soaking as she thought about the first time she met Faith, the arrogant smile on the older teen’s face as she ignored her, the way she thought she was God’s gift and Dawn a silly little tween. Well, she wasn’t thinking that now, she was shuddering and squeaking, subjecting herself to Dawn’s will. Faith had threatened Buffy and her Mom, threatened to turn Sunnydale into the Mayor’s feeding ground. Sure that was all in the past, but that didn’t mean Dawn wasn’t enjoying topping her; in fact, apart from Glorificus Dawn couldn’t think of a single woman she’d have preferred for her first sub. The only thing which could have bettered it would be having Buffy watching and being forced to admit Dawn was doing a better job of punishing the rogue Slayer than she’d ever done. "This is it Fuckwhore. You’re my bitch."
"I’m your bitch, Mistress Dawnie, I’m your bitch," Faith shrieked and squealed, her body twisting as much as it was able within its restraints, "I’m your bitch you own me."
The teen pounded in and out, thrusting her fist in, ramming it down, each punch making Faith buckle in a mix of agonised pain and ecstatic bliss. "AAAarrrghh, aaaarrghh, I’m your bitch, I’m your Fuckwhore bitch."
"Okay cut," Franco called. He blew out a burst of air, "Shit girls that was intense. Cindy untie Faith. The pair of you look like you need a drink and you especially Dawn, you’ll need to fill your bladder."
"Right away," said Dawn. She pulled her fist out slowly, there was a slurping sound, like a boot being pulled from mud, as it exited. She walked over to the table, picking up a cloth and wiping her hand free of the remains of the gel and taking off her strap-on before opening a bottle of water. She quickly drained it and then opened another, chugging it down like it was cheap wine on a girl’s night out.
A few feet away a released Faith stretched and arched her back, restoring circulation to her wrists and legs. Her butthole was still wide open, but closing quickly. Dawn drained her third bottle of water, the pressure in her bladder starting to build to painful levels. She quickly downed a fourth, the strain on her pussy muscles so hard that she crossed her legs. "I’m really, really ready."
"You good to go Faith?" asked Franco, gesturing to a smooth patch of floor as the brunette nodded.
The camera was rolling as Faith sat down. She pulled her legs up slightly and leant on her hands, her body angling forty-five degrees from the floor. Her head dropped back. The camera quickly shot over to Dawn as the teen stepped over the brunette, her pussy directly over the Slayer’s face. Dawn grinned wickedly, "You need a drink, Fuckwhore?"
"Yes Mistress," Faith’s looked upwards and opened her mouth.
It was a relief to let go, the muscles relaxing removing the pain that had been developing in her bladder. The pee shot out in a stream, like a hose that had just been released. The golden water splattered over Faith’s face and into her mouth, Dawn barely bothering to aim and just letting it go. It hosed up Faith’s face, making her snort as it went up her nostrils and close her eyes as it splashed over them. It shot over her forehead and plastered her hair. "You drinking this, Fuckwhore you drinking my pee?"
Dawn moved herself slightly and the amber liquid splashed down Faith’s face down to her open mouth. The speed and pressure meant most of the piss that landed in the brunette’s mouth bounced out, over her lips and chin, but enough stayed in that Faith had to swallowing, drinking down the young Sunnydalian’s pee. Dawn groaned with pleasure as her bladder emptied, the last shower going over Faith’s face and down her tits. If only Buffy could have seen this. She moved forward so that she was directly over Faith and lowered herself, "Clean my cunt, Fuckwhore, clean it up."
Faith lifted her head enough that her mouth was against the twat and began to lick it hard and enthusiastically. Dawn groaned and shuddered in pleasure as the cameraman zoomed in to concentrate on Faith’s face and Dawn’s cunt.
"Okay, that’s a wrap, great job ladies," Franco called, "This is gonna to be one hell of a popular movie."
*
Faith paused by her apartment door, key in hand and turned to the car sitting, engine still running, next to the sidewalk. After their all-day fucking session she was exhausted and she was sure Dawn was even more tired. The sexy teen had still offered to share a cab, not worrying that the detour to Faith’s apartment was out of her way, and then sat waiting until she had got to her front door safe and sound. Faith raised a hand to show she was safe and saw the teen raise one back through the window. There was a very brief pause and the car began to pull away.
Faith turned back to the door and slid the key into the lock, turning it until she heard the click. She pushed open the door, frowning as she saw she’d left on the lights when she’d left this morning. It wasn’t good for the planet, she thought, but the money from her scene today would probably cover the entire quarter’s bill a dozen times over. She stepped into her small apartment, bending down to pull off a shoe as she did so.
It was only as she looked up she realised there was a blonde of about her age sitting comfortably on her sofa. She gawked in shock at the intruder, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Amy Madison," smiled the blonde and uttered a few words. Faith tensed, her body burning like it was on fire, the agony greater than any she had suffered today, even the pussy whipping was like a pleasant touch compared to the pain tearing at every fibre of her body. She tried to scream, but her jaw wouldn’t move, she tried to step forward but her muscles refused to obey. Amy didn’t seem concerned that Faith was shaking and shuddering in torment just feet from her. She bent down to her bag and pulled out a jar, purple smoke swirling around in it. She casually unscrewed the top and as she did so Faith’s body relaxed and the pain subsided as a stream of smoke gushed out from her mouth and into the jar.
Amy screwed the lid back on. "Good to see you again, Faith."
Faith said nothing, just staring blankly ahead. Any smiled, "There’s some leathers in your wardrobe Faith, put them on."
The young brunette turned like an automaton and entered the room. She ignored Joyce Summers, who was sitting on the bed, wearing a sexy dress and opened the wardrobe door. Inside were the clothes she had been wearing the night she’d been captured, much darker than the ones she was wearing, less fashionable too. Amy watched as the brunette changed; she was damned sexy. Perhaps once the plan had succeeded she’d keep Faith in the preacher’s daughter gone bad persona and take her as a lover; having her as mindless slave was fun but it meant she needed to be directed on everything and it might be fun to fuck a more active Faith.
But she didn’t need to worry about that yet, there was still work to do. She clicked her fingers, "Come Joyce, Faith, let’s get you both briefed for tonight."
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