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Gehanna	By : MTLandLL Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 129025 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Gehanna
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 8
- 9
- 10
Additional disclaimer: We don't own Hellcats
Guest Stars
Hellcats - Marti Perkins, Savannah Monroe
*
Dusting an imaginary speck of dust from her lapel Governor Lilah Morgan stepped out of the portal. Coming from an air-conditioned building the warm air of Sunnydale car park hit her like it was from an open oven. For a few moments Lilah let her body acclimatise to the California heat before stepping away from the portal and starting to walk towards her car. Before she’d taken more than half a dozen steps the valet was out of her hut and heading towards the convertible. Lilah looked at the young woman with disinterest; before Amy took over Sunnydale a twenty-three year old in short hot pants and a red jacket which lacked buttons would have led to muttered comments at the very least. Especially if they were wearing a cap saying, ‘I’m Mandy - Fly Me’ and were as free and easy with their favours as the valet was. However, now they or similarly attired young women were so common they barely rated more than a brief glance.
Anyway Lilah had fucked her a couple of days ago - few said no to Gehanna’s Governor - and, despite her looks, Lilah had rated the valet a pretty average lay.
The young valet either still had hopes that Lilah might want to plough her again or she was just naturally sunny. She held open the door, her smile sparkling like a toothpaste commercial, "There you go Miss Morgan."
Taking the keys Lilah grunted an acknowledgement, before ignoring the young woman. She started the car and reversed quickly, but expertedly out of her space - it wasn’t only the boys who saw driving fast cars as a status symbol. She zoomed through the car-park narrowly avoiding a few pedestrians; not that it mattered - they would all be employees of Gehanna and none would be stupid enough to complain. Turning left she headed towards Sunnydale’s main street, briefly pausing to check out a cute cop standing by the roadside - all tits, sunglasses and shiny PVC.
It only took her a few minutes to enter the town proper. Lilah hadn’t known it before Amy took over, but she had known a hundred small towns like it: Ma ‘n’ Pa shops, a Mall, a school, a half-decent club if you were lucky and a copshop so quiet that even the donut vendors would shut up shop at five. Its inhabitants would be the epitome of small-town respectability, polite, well-dressed, softly spoken. Even the teens in their rebellion would look less like dangerous anarchists out to change the world and more like extras from some tween High School rom-com. Oh yes, and there would have been men.
Smiling, as she paused at a red light, Gehanna’s Governor contemplated the changes her mistress had made - all for the better in Lilah’s opinion. Whilst there still remained a few Ma ‘n’ Ma shops - everyone’s got to eat - they were interspersed with shops of a different type; signs advertised dildos, porn DVDs, naughty nightwear and thousands of other items of sexual paraphernalia. The Mall was no better - the teens hanging round it no longer well-dressed and secretly polite, but scantily clad hussies who’d lick a pussy in exchange for a packet of gum. But it was the police station where the main changes had taken place; not it could no longer be described as quiet - Amy’s various criminal decrees and round up of dissidents made for busy shifts. And the police, all women like the rest of Sunnydale, gave even Gehanna’s guards a challenge in the ‘dressing like a porn starlet’ stakes - though Lilah believed her guards had the edge. And there wasn’t a man in sight.
Soon she was out of main Sunnydale, which fitted the old Western description of a one-horse town and driving through the suburbs. The gardens remained well-kept, the picket fences pure white, but Lilah couldn’t imagine that in previous times the owners walked naked young women round on leashes or had signs in their gardens advertising quite so wantonly the pleasures of daughter swapping. Though seeing some of the teens preening themselves as she went past made Lilah wonder if she’d made the right choice in prioritising her career.
A few minutes later and she was out of the suburbs, driving towards her final destination. It was on a hill overlooking Sunnydale, a white mansion shining in the sunlight. She paused as she approached the gate and waited until the stone gargoyle, sitting atop the gatepost, head had slowly turned. It’s eyes flared red and a wave of magical energy swept over Lilah. She continued to wait patiently, until finally the Gargoyle’s head returned to its previous angle and it’s eye slid back to blank stone. Magic was so much better than technology; a hand could be ripped off for fingerprints, an eye gouged out for iris recognition, but nothing could fool an identification spell.
Driving the front of the mansion, Lilah stopped and got out. One of Amy’s maids was down the steps in seconds, curtseying so her naked tits flopped over the top of a uniform as alluring as it was impractical. Lilah looked at the maid, blonde, big tits which seemed oversized on her slender frame - nothing special, an afternoon’s amusement at most. The maid stopped her curtsey and looked at the thirtysomething, a small smile played on her lips as she took in the older woman’s elegant beauty. Her pause was only a second, before she slipped into her professional mode, "Mistress Amy is out the back, she told me to take you through."
"Good," Lilah gave a curt nod, before thrusting her hand out and to the side in the universal sign of ‘after you’.
The maid turned abruptly, leading Lilah up the steps and along the hall. As normal Lilah was unimpressed, her own home - not humble, but far from the opulence of Amy’s mansion - was filled with expensive works of art, original where possible, top quality imitation where not. But Amy’s décor never seemed to have moved beyond that of an eighteen year old and a tasteless one at that. The walls of her mansion alternated between garish pink covered with posters of girl bands and a deep blue, so dark it was almost black, covered with pictures by second rate artists of fantasy girls entwined with dragons and swords. The carpet was soft and luxurious, but ruined by the etchings of dolls, teddy bears and toy drums; comforting if you were ten, disturbing if you were twenty and the most powerful witch in creation.
Lilah felt much better when she stepped out of the house, into the large yard, dominated as it was by a large pool complete with fountain and naked nymphos - Amy’s current favourites - lounging around. The witch herself was lounging on a sun-bed, her flesh just about covered by a bikini that would have been too small if she’d just been hitting puberty. Kneeling in front of her a topless maid was just putting the finishing touches to polishing Amy’s toenails. Lilah waited patiently, she knew Amy had seen her even though the witch’s eyes were not visible through her pink sunglasses. Eventually Amy was satisfied with the colouring of her nails, with a slap of the young maid’s shoulder she dismissed her, before reaching out for the iced cocktail beside her. She took a sip, before lowering her sunglasses enough that she could look over them and look at Lilah, "Well?"
Feeling truly in her element Lilah gave a confident smile, as if she was back presenting a report to her fellow lawyers at Wolfram and Hart began, "As you're well aware under my leadership Gehanna has truly lived up to its potential. Since my last report there has been many great strides taken into making sure that this potential continues to be realised..."
"Just skip to the bad news." Amy said dismissively.
Lilah had taught herself long ago how to avoid showing any emotions such as anger or disappointment to her boss. Still, it might have been nice if her current employer read the regular reports she wrote for her... or at least pretended to pay attention to her when she took the time to visit her in person.
Hoping Amy wasn't reading her mind at that moment, and cursing herself for potentially putting herself in danger by letting her thoughts run away from her, Lilah quickly said, "The toilets on A1, A8, D6, F9 and R5, are broken. As I said this is an unavoidable problem as fights continued to break out throughout because of the heat. It's not just the tops either. Everyone's on edge... as a result there has been some damage to certain areas. While most of it is instantly fixed by the magic you infused into the prison it still needs a little tweaking so my staff don't have to continuously replace broken items or keep fixing the toilets. With all due respect I have been requesting that for some time now..."
"I'll get to it." Amy interrupted softly but firmly.
"Sure... whenever you want to do it is good." Lilah quickly backtracked as she saw the look on Amy's face and swiftly continued, "I also mentioned in my previous reports how the prisoners have become increasingly dissatisfied with their meals to the point where at least one fight starts out in one of the cafeterias a day. As I wrote in my previous reports, I am loath to give in to the demands of the prisoners but it maybe in our best interests to provide them with some better food on a semi-regular basis. I would suggest bringing in someone who actually has an idea what they're doing in the kitchen once or maybe twice a week. It would give the prisoners something to look forward to and quelling their rebellion when it comes to the food somewhat, but who is hired shouldn't be any type of professional. We wouldn't want to spoil the prisoners as that might trigger them to demand good food for every meal."
"Yes, fine, do whatever you want, I don't care." Amy waved her hand dismissively, "What about the Slayer and her little friend? I saw you sent me a link, I haven’t watched it yet, though I will if it is… entertaining."
Lilah noticed she didn’t ask about Dawn, whether that was an oversight or that the younger Summers was so insignificant to be beneath the witch’s notice Lilah didn’t know. She cleared her throat and tried to sound as businesslike as she could, not easy when two young women had taken it into their heads to start sixty-nining each other in the periphery of her vision; "Good. Or bad depending on your point of view."
"Go on, and don’t bother with riddles," Amy’s voice had a note of impatience in it.
Lilah nodded, making a mental note to stick to the points, it was always a poor long- term career move to get on the wrong side of your employer. Especially if your employer had a habit of sending those who displeased her to hell dimension jails; "You were right about Willow, she was tougher than she looked. I put her in with Faith, you may remember her…"
"I was at school with her," interrupted Amy brusquely, "even if I wasn’t do you think I don’t know who the Watcher’s Council has sent to my jail."
Her eyes seemed to bore into Lilah, sucking out the Governor’s very soul - shrivelled though it was. Lilah gave a wan smile of apology, "Of course Mistress. As I was saying I put her in with Faith, who is… was… the toughest top in Gehanna. Willow has turned her, not completely, she won’t publicly acknowledge it, but Willow owns her body and so… well body."
A small smile crossed Amy’s face, crooked and quirky, but still a smile, "Ah… Will, my friend," the smile faded and her face was expressionless, "And Buffy?"
"Buffy resisted becoming a top, at least for a while. But when she became one it was with style, she butt-fucked her little sister all day, before bringing her to the canteen and displaying her whilst she fucked a bunch of sluts up their ass. A bravura performance, which has won her many admirers," Lilah stopped herself saying ‘including me’ just in time.
"Good, good and the spies?"
"Harmony and Cordelia, those two would rat out their own mothers if it got them ahead," replied Lilah.
"They haven’t changed," murmured Amy, so softly Lilah wasn’t sure if she was supposed to have heard. Deciding she wasn’t Lilah put her hands behind her back and waited for Amy to speak again. It was a wise choice as the witch, after a brief pause, spoke more loudly and clearly, "You will tell me when they make their move to escape."
"Are you sure they will?" Lilah asked. She cursed as she saw Amy frown at her presumption at doubting the witch’s words. However, as it was physically impossible to swallow words once spoken Lilah saw no choice, but to carry on and give an explanation for her scepticism; "They’ve a nice set-up, a couple of cute bitches, sluts on call. Why put that at risk to return here?"
"Because," Amy grinned so widely and with such amusement that Lilah knew she had escaped being turned into a toad, "She’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Willow’s her friend. They’ll come."
It was neither an answer nor a reason, but Lilah sensed it was all she was going to get.
*
"You sure you’re fine?" the note of worry in Savannah Monroe’s voice was tangible, even though she asked the same question was monotonous regularity.
"Huh..." Marti Perkins replied, briefly uncertain what her girlfriend was talking about before the proverbial light bulb went on and she quickly added, "Yeah. I'm good. There's no hurry."
Inwardly Marti scolded herself for not sounding convincing, especially as it seemed to make Savannah look only more worried.
"Hey, I'm serious ok." Marti said, gently reaching out and clasping the other cheerleader’s hand in a movement which was part innocent friendship, but mainly something more, "I told you, I like-liked you before we got here so as badly as I want you we can wait as long as you need."
"Thanks," blushed Savannah, "I like-liked you before too... and... and I want to... it’s just… y’know."
Pausing to decipher Savannah’s inarticulacy Marti smiled as she translated, "The first time to be special?"
"Yes," the brunette smiled in gratitude.
"Hurry up, Amy’s just arrived," Vanessa, the Hellcats cheerleading squad’s, thirtysomething coach, hurried through the locker room, exuding calm confidence.
Sitting down Marti lifted her cheerleading skirt and peeled down her thong, dropping it into her kit bag. The other cheerleaders were doing the same, the audience would only get very quick glimpses of the university students’ bare butts and sexy slits, but Vanessa’s view was that a tease would please. Marti shrugged, she wasn’t so sure. It had been a fortnight since the Hellcat’s, together with Lancer University’s women’s softball and volleyball team and assorted hangers on (all female and at least moderately attractive) had suddenly found themselves here. And one thing she’d quickly realised - the whole place revolved around lesbian sex; lots of it.
At first it had been confusing, Marti had a vague feeling that she should be annoyed at being kidnapped from her normal life to be shot in a dimension ruled by a powerful witch. She also dimly was aware that she had been straight, well mainly so - she’d had a few lesbian fantasies over the years, but they had never gone beyond images in her mind. However, now she was in Sunnydale her past seem dreamlike and unreal; she was unsure why she’d ever wanted to be a lawyer or had an interest in men. Cheering was much more fun, and as a top cheerleader you could get all the pussy you wanted, as Alice frequently reminded her.
Sunnydale was perfect… almost. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the slightly intense brunette sitting next to Marti and nervously holding her panties, before dropping them into her kitbag. It wasn’t that Marti in anyway regretted getting into a relationship with Savannah, indeed in their previous world Savannah had played a starring role in one or two of her lesbian fantasies. Hell, after they met Savannah had pretty much become THE star of her lesbian fantasies to the point where Marti had considered acting on her homoerotic desires. The only thing that had really stopped her was the fact that it could have lost her Savannah who had become very dear to her. So after they got to Sunnydale and Savannah had timidly confessed to Marti she had a crush on her the two cheerleaders had been making out before Savannah could finish apologising and offering to move out.
The problem was before Savannah had been a sexually unconfident virgin, and now in Sunnydale she remained a sexually unconfident virgin. Marti longed to get down in the brunette’s box or, even better, to have Savannah between her own thighs lapping away. But whilst Savannah was happy to hold hands and was even as willing to go as far as a make-out session, as long as hands were on the outside of sweaters, that was as far as they’d managed. It was frustrating, if hadn’t been for Marti’s Mom being such a slut and offering her daughter her ass when she visited, Marti was sure she’d have exploded from lust.
Savannah stood up and straightened her skirt, before turning to Marti and smiling, "I’m ready…"
"Here? Now?" that was a sudden change of heart from the brunette.
"Outside and in a minute," replied Savannah. She looked at her girlfriend’s perplexed expression and laughed, "We can hardly cheer inside."
Marti smiled, back whilst cursing her overactive imagination, "Yeah, I’m ready too."
She, of course, meant something totally different from Savannah.
"Let’s go," Vanessa clapped her hands and the cheerleader’s ran out onto the field. The other team’s cheerleaders were already there, William McKinley High School. In the softball match about to be played the Lancers had a big advantage, the more experienced university students expecting to whip the younger High Schoolers - possibly literally. The loosing team would, later that night, turn up to where the winners were celebrating and… well by the morning there would be few, if any, anal virgins amongst the loosers. Fortunately or not, only the team got this treat or punishment - no mattered how well the Hellcats cheered they wouldn’t be leading one of the seventeen year-old cheerleaders opposite to bed later.
Quickly the Hellcats launched into their routine, trying to out cheer their rivals opposite. The High School students were less convinced by the ‘tease is a please’ routine and seventeen and eighteen year old titties bounced as their tops were whipped off. It was a pure co-incidence that as the younger cheerleaders tight sweaters were hitting the ground, the Hellcats were bending over and giving Amy a quick peek of their nubile, firm asses. Marti didn’t know whether cheerleading impressed Amy, but from the cries of the crowd some people certainly were. Pushing thoughts of Savannah from her mind Marti began to concentrate on the routine.
*
Amy had never been a great fan of sports, they required some degree of strength, stamina and co-ordination, none of which she had. And she positively hated cheerleading - being the daughter of an abusive ex-cheerleader had spoilt it for her. So to sit through an afternoon of softball and cheering was likely close to purgatory, the only reason she had shown up was that her Sunnydale subjects expected her to show an interest in their tedious little lives. Still, she mused, as she watched the Hellcats turn round and flick up their skirts, she might have been a little harsh in her judgement.
A whistle blew. It took Amy a few seconds to realise the softball was over; from the cheers of the Lancers and the dejection of William McKinley there had been no shock upset. She stood up and clapped, her eyes moving over to the Hellcats - there were some nice cuties in that line-up, she imagined showers would be fun. Suddenly Amy’s nose gave a quick twitch as she saw a permed blonde looked at a straighter haired brunette, she couldn’t literally smell sexual longing, but sometimes it seemed like she did - a side impact of the magic.
Amy stood up and walked forward, across the field, the softballers parting like the Red Sea for Moses. There were murmurs from the crowd as they watched to see who Amy was approaching, then a gradual silence from the Hellcats as she approached them. Amy stopped and slid her sunglasses down her nose, her eyes flicking from cheerleader to cheerleader without giving a hint of her attentions. There was an audible gulp from one girl as Amy’s gaze briefly settled on her; a tiny bead of sweat slid down the cheerleader’s nose as she tried to control her fear. Amy smiled briefly, she was aware of her reputation and the fear that the locals held for her. Not that she minded, like Machiavelli she believed it was better to be feared than loved.
Pausing she looked at the virgin brunette, "What’s your name?"
The brunette actually curtsied before replying, "Savannah Monroe, your… your… Mistress."
"I smell virgin," Amy licked her lips as Savannah blushed confirming the Witch’s suspicions.
She clicked her finger at Savannah, she could have cast a spell, but why bother - the cheerleader would do as she was told, "Come with me."
There was a sharp intake of breath from the brunette and she cast a despairing look at the blonde. Amy smiled, life was tough and the sooner the virgin learnt that lesson the better for her. She was taken by surprise, though, as the blonde stepped forward, "Marti Perkins," she introduced herself defiantly, "It’s not right you taking Savannah like that…"
This was unusual, Amy thought, she couldn’t remember anyone challenging her before and certainly not a girl barely out of her teens. She swivelled round to look at her, yes, she was cute and unlike her friend not inexperienced. Amy gave a little half-cocked smiled, her honour satisfied as she saw the blonde take a step backward and lick her lips nervously - perhaps Amy wouldn’t send her to Gehanna after all. The Witch reached forward and gripped Marti’s chin twisting the cheerleader’s face so that she was looking directly at her. The blonde blanched as Amy dug her fingers in. Amy smiled, a thin smile, lacking humour, "You want to come too? I can always find room for another."
It was obvious that there was an internal battle going on; the cheerleader’s fear of Amy battling against her protective feelings for Savannah. For a few seconds she thought the fear would win, but just as it seemed to do so Savannah held her fingers out and gently touched Marti’s hand, "Don’t worry, Marti, I’ll be fine."
A single tear trickled down Savannah’s face. Marti straightened, "I’ll come."
"Oh you will," said Amy, her smile was still thin and her laugh verged on the cruel, but inside she wondered why Willow and Buffy had not shown her such loyalty.
*
The two cheerleaders looked nervous as they entered Amy’s room, though there did seem to be a sense of relief that the décor was pictures of bands and the books were mushy teen romances rather than decapitated heads and 101 ways to sacrifice first borns.
"Make yourselves comfortable," Amy could have forced them to perform, but a puppetry or mind-control spell was tiring and fear of her powers was often a greater power than the magic itself. But just to remind them of her powers she clicked a finger and murmured a swift incantation.
There was a stifled squeak from Savannah as a champagne bottle sitting on the sideboard popped of its own accord, levitated upwards and then poured a generous helping into a glass. The glass lifted itself just high enough that all Amy had to do was casually reach out to take it. She sipped the champagne, she had been assured it was an excellent vintage, but it all tasted the same to her and the bubbles got up her nose. On a more positive note, she was pretty sure it gave her an air of debonair sophistication. She looked at the cheerleaders; it was hard to tell, but she thought they were impressed.
Putting the class down she sat on the edge of the bed, "Come here…"
The two cheerleaders walked slowly over . Amy patted down either side of her; Savannah and Marti took the hint, sitting so that Amy was in the middle. The witch smiled and to show she was pleased put a hand on Marti and Savannah’s nearest thigh. She ran her palm up and down the naked flesh; interestingly whilst Savannah tensed up at the touch Marti let out a brief purr, before going red and shutting up. Amy nodded, she was right - Savannah was a virgin and Marti… well Marti was more experienced. Smiling Amy turned to Savannah, "It’s hot in here, you ought to take that top off."
The brunette looked like she’d opened her locker to find it inhabited by a nest of rattlesnakes. Amy smiled, what she hoped was her most dangerous smile, and added, "Of course if you want other ways of cooling - I can do that too."
Both girls gave an audible gasp of terror as at Amy’s command the champagne bottle froze, its temperature continuing to plummet until it suddenly exploded.
"It is hot," Marti quickly interjected, "Look Savannah, I’ll take mine off as well."
The witch smiled as the two cheerleaders removed their tops, neither was wearing bras and their tits were firm and ripe as befitted cheerleaders. Marti, rightly, made no attempt to cover hers; Savannah held her fingers over the nipples as if she wanted to hide them, but was too scared to do so fully. It was to her Amy turned, "You ever eaten cunt?"
Savannah gave a pleading look to Marti, but before the blonde could say anything Amy pulled Savannah’s hands from her tits with one hand, whilst pulling her head round so they were directly looking at each other with the second. Amy spoke again, "I’m not asking her, I’m asking you."
"No," the answer was a whisper.
"I thought not," replied Amy. She smiled, it was obvious that the two girls thought that she was going to order Savannah between her own knees, but she had another plan. She turned and looked at Marti, "I think your girlfriend is a tease, do you?"
There was a pause whilst Marti thought what to say as she neither wanted to irritate Amy by disagreeing or Savannah by suggesting that the brunette should be putting out. In the end she managed to reach some sort of compromise, "A bit, but I don’t mind."
"Really," Amy said in a surprised voice and reached out to slide a hand over one of Savannah’s tits. The brunette stared uncomfortably at the floor as Amy spoke again, "You wouldn’t want this cutie between your legs lapping at your cunt."
The thought made Marti lick her lips, but she stuck to her guns, "A bit, but only when’s she’s ready."
"I think she’s ready now, aren’t you Savannah?" Amy’s voice suggested that any disagreement would not be wise.
"Yes," blushed Savannah.
"Well," Amy tweaked at Savannah’s tit, "Get down between Marti’s legs - Marti pull up your skirt - give your girlfriend some room."
Savannah got onto her knees, her face red as Marti lifted her skirt. For a few seconds Savannah hesitated and Marti looked nervously at Amy, expecting the witch to be annoyed at the delay. Amy remained composed, she could see Savannah’s expression slowly changing as she looked at the slit at close range and smelt its delightful aroma. The brunette put out her tongue and quickly gave a lick. Marti gave a quick gasp, more in anticipation that any actual pleasure. But it acted as an encouragement for Savannah who pushed her tongue out again and lapped at the outside of Marti’s cunt; this time the tongue wasn’t brought back in.
This, being on her knees, in between another girl's thighs... licking pussy, was something Savannah had thought about a lot, and that was before she came to Sunnydale. At least back then she could distract herself with cheerleading or a good book, more often than not 'the good book', but ever since she had been brought to this place she struggled to think about anything except lesbian sex. She knew it was going to be even harder not to think about it now she had tasted just how good a girl tasted, how much she loved to hear Marti moaning for her, how much it was thrilling her to make Marti feel good.
Savannah hadn't just had a crush on Marti or like-liked her before they got to Sunnydale. There were plenty of girls Savannah had felt that way about, but with Marti it was more, and once she found herself in this place which put her sinful desires on overdrive Savannah hadn't been able to keep her feelings to herself. She had only just been able to keep herself from using the L-Word, and was still worried about even thinking it as she didn't want to push Marti away now she was actually happily dating someone and not forcing herself to do what she felt like she should do.
When Savannah had briefly thought Marti wouldn't end up being her first it had broken her heart ,now she actually had her face in between Marti's thighs she wasn't going to take it for granted. With that in mind Savannah did everything she could to try and give her patient girlfriend the loving she deserved.
As Savannah seemed to get increasingly into the rug munching Amy got down from the bed, knelt close to the brunette and smiled charmingly. She reached out and pulled Savannah’s hair back into a ponytail, so it wasn’t dropping down her face, "That’s it, now reach up and pull apart the hole… that’s good… push your tongue in deep… you found her clit yet, the hard little lump… good you see how she jumped."
Amy's words sounded like distant whispers to both the other girls as they became lost in the oral sex, especially Marti who felt like she was in heaven. She was so glad she had saved this for Savannah. Sure, she had spent so many hours pounding her mother's butt hole she could have stuck her fist up there and not hit the sides, and she had let a guy or two go down on her. But Savannah was and always would be the first girl to lick her pussy, and as far as Marti was concerned that was special enough. She hoped Savannah's pussy would be the first pussy she got to lick because she wanted, no she needed to be able to do something to pay Savannah back for the amazing feelings she was experiencing right now.
Those feelings only seemed to become more amazing to Marti, the cheerleader moaning increasingly loudly as she gently thrust her hips upwards into her captain's mouth, delighting in the fact that this only seemed to increase Savannah's determination and desire for muff diving.
Savannah was lapping away like she’d been eating pussy her entire life. Her tongue stroked over Marti’s bud, sometimes in a gentle massage and sometimes interspersing it with hard thrusts. Both seemed to impact on Marti, her eyes rolled frantically and her mouth quivered, letting out little streams of air. Savannah pushed deeper and Marti squeaked. Amy stepped back and slid out of her dress, she watched Marti watch her drop it to the floor. The blonde cheerleader gave another gasp as Amy strode towards her, though it might have been Savannah’s tongue rapping inside her.
Amy’s finger slid over Marti’s mouth, silencing her for a second. The Witch moved herself over Savannah’s back, her legs either side of the cheerleader, pushing her from a sitting position to her hands and knees. Luckily for Marti her girlfriend was so deep within her that she no longer needed to hold her open with her fingers and her tongue continued to slam against the bud. Amy moved back and forth rubbing her pussy against the cheerleader's smooth skin. Harder and harder, quicker and quicker as she started to feel a tingle ripple from her slit, "Oh, oh, oh."
"Fuck," gasped Marti as an orgasm rammed through her. She gripped the back of Savannah’s head and pushed at it, keeping the brunette in place, "Fuck."
Amy moved even faster; reaching forward she gripped at Marti’s tits, grabbing and pulling them. The blonde cheerleader swore again, before biting hard on her lip, as if that would keep her feelings under some sort of control. Amy pushed her naked slit up Savannah’s spine, the knots in it bouncing against the quim. A trail of cum showed where Amy was moving, as each thrust sent paroxysms of joy through her and each paroxysm made more juice seep out. Letting go off Marti Amy gripped Savannah’s side and rode her like a bronco, "Yesss, yesss, yessss."
She gave a final scream as she came.
Savannah continued to lick at Marti’s twat. The blonde cheerleader was slumped back on the bed, moaning softly. Amy wiped her forehead, a bead of sweat had formed. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a strap-on, "Savannah…"
The brunette turned and for the first time since she’d gone into her lover Amy saw her face. A smile was happily plastered across it, the bright red lipstick was smudged with the cum that was dripping from her mouth and her eyes were alive with excitement. She gasped as she saw the toy, for a second looking nervous, like a rabbit caught in the headlight, before she remembered she’d just licked Marti into a stupor and her smile became more confident. She watched as Amy came forward and held the strap-on in front of her mouth, ordering, "Suck it."
Savannah opened her mouth and began to suck at the toy. At first she only took the tip in her mouth, but gradually she started to become more confident, taking more in and pushing it against her cheek, so it bulged. Amy held it lightly, letting the cheerleader do all the work - she could see Marti sitting up again, looking with a mixture of interest and excitement at her girlfriend lapping up the dildo.
"That’s it," Amy pulled the strap-on away and held it in the air. A drop of saliva fell from it, "Now Savannah I’m going to give you a choice, I fuck your pussy or Marti fucks you up the ass."
"If I take it in the butt… will it hurt?" Savannah looked nervously between Marti, Amy and the strap-on.
Amy shrugged, " I don’t know - I’ve never been fucked there. I’m guessing that Marti hasn’t either, but she looks like she’s fucked a girl up there before."
Marti blushed, "It’s your choice, Savannah, I can’t say it won’t - it’s a big toy and well, you’ve not had anything up there."
Savannah nodded, there was no pause before she made her decision. She looked up at Amy, "I want my girlfriend to be my first."
Amy smiled, "I understand," she said sweetly and tossed the strap-on at Marti.
The blonde caught it, and with Savannah still looking away from her, quickly mouthed a silent thank you to Amy. Savannah stood up and got onto the bed again, lying face down and pulling a pillow close so that she could bury her face in it. Beside her Marti was excitedly pulling on the strap-on. In the meantime Amy took a seat in chair opposite her bed and settled down to watch, "Give me a show Marti."
"Yes, Mistress Amy," smiled Marti as she finished adjusting the leather straps so that the strap-on stuck out like it was a real cock. That done she lent over Savannah and started to gently kiss her girlfriend, moving from the top of her neck, down her back and ending on her butt. Her lips tenderly touched the cute cheeks and Savannah giggled as Marti’s tongue slid out to run over the flesh.
Gradually Marti felt her girlfriend relax; which was when she decided to slip her tongue between the cheeks to touch the top of the hole.
"Oh," said Savannah, her voice filled with surprise, "Oh," she repeated, unsure whether she was liking it or not, "Oh," she giggled as she realised she did.
Marti continued to push her tongue as far as she could, pulling apart the cheeks to give herself extra access. There was further tittering from Savannah as Marti went deeper. The blonde waggled her tongue, getting it as deep as she could. In the periphery of her vision she could see that Amy had spread her legs over the seat’s arm rests and was busy sliding a couple of fingers into her slit. Marti pushed her face down so it was between the crack and forced her tongue deeper into her girlfriend’s back hole. Savannah groaned and gasped, her hands stretching and unstretching as waves of electricity seemed to course through her. There was another groan from Amy, as well, as her fingers roared into her slit. Marti withdrew her face and turned to look at the Wicca, "I think she’s ready for me now."
Amy nodded, her fingers not leaving her bald cunt, "Fuck her, fuck her now."
Reaching down Marti pulled the butt cheeks apart, exposing Savannah’s back chute. It was soaked with saliva and slightly ajar. Moving so that she was hovering over her Marti kept herself balanced with one hand, whilst using the other to spread Savannah’s hole. She slowly lowered herself so that the tip was touching the brunette’s tight ass, only then did she let go off the butt cheeks. It sprang back into place, pushing the dildo, but not knocking the tip from the hole, "Ready Savannah?" asked Marti gently.
"Yes," murmured the brunette, "More ready than ever before. Please Marti, take my anal cherry. Fuck me up the butt."
Martí smiled, and then as slowly and as gently as she could she pushed forward. Savannah tried to relax but she couldn't help wince every time her virgin asshole opened a little more and when the head of the strap on finally slip through that incredibly tight orifice she let out a large gasp, her back door tightening painfully in protest at the invader.
"Shhhh, relax baby. Please relax. It's in you now. The hard part is over. Your anal cherry is mine." Marti said mostly comfortingly but unable to stop a little happiness shining through on the last sentence.
"My anal cherry is yours." Savannah moaned dreamily as the pain quickly faded.
"That's right." Marti cooed while taking a firmer grasp of Savannah's hips, "Your anal cherry is mine... and when I'm done, your ass is going to be mine."
With that Marti slowly pushed forwards, Savannah gasping again as an additional inch was pushed into her rectum. There was no hurry so Marti was slow and as gentle as she could be. She could still feel Savannah wince and some of the brunette’s gasps included a tinge of pain, but Marti wasn’t sure there was anyway she could have put ten inches of rubber down her girlfriend’s ass without some reaction. The main thing, was that as she slowly eased it in for a second time, Savannah was coping better, even letting out small murmurs of appreciation, "Oh that’s good, oh Marti, Marti. Be careful, oh, oh."
From the seat opposite there was the sound of fingers splashing through cum, the rap of knuckles against flesh and the unmistakable moans of female excitement. Amy slammed her pussy with one hand, whilst with the other she was fondling her tits. Marti paused before going down for a third thrust and turned to look at the Mistress of Sunnydale; the Witch was licking her lips in excitement, the show in front of her too good to miss. Marti turned back to Savannah and pushed herself down. The brunette sucked in her breath and quickly exhaled, "Oh Marti, that’s it, that’s where it belongs. It... it belongs in my ass. Your cock belongs in my ass."
"That's right baby, my cock is where it belongs." Marti said softly as she settled into a more steady rhythm, "Your ass is now my personal depository. It's a place I can put whatever I want into it, no matter how big, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"
"Mmmmmm, yes Martí, I swear you can stick whatever you want in my ass. Fuck me there whenever you want from now on, because it's yours. My ass is yours. I'm yours. Oh Marti, please fuck me, fuck my ass, oh Marti." Savannah moaned.
Martí obliged, again and again starting to raise herself, and each time she went down a little more forcefully and little speedier. The more she did so the easier it became, as Savannah’s chute both expanded to fit the toy and the brunette herself moved her body in time with her girlfriend. Marti felt her body slap into Savannah’s, her large tits bouncing between them with the hard nipples snapping at Savannah’s back. Sweat shone, glistening under the light as Marti drove down into her girlfriend's shit chute harder, "Good girl Savannah, there’s a good girl… oh, I feel it. You're such a good girl for me Savannah, such a good up the butt girl. I remember you saying you used to think up the butt girls were sluts, but you make such a good one for me."
"Aaarrrghhh, oooohhh, aaaarrrghhh," Savannah was squealing in response as her lover slammed into her, "Ooohhhhhh, aaaaaarrrghhhh, uuurrrghhh!"
It was the only response Savannah could manage as she had lost the ability to talk extremely quickly as the gentle butt stretching had turned into rough ass fucking, the pleasure hurtling through her body stronger than anything she had ever experienced before.
Savannah had been raised to think any type of sex except the regular kind was sinful, and even then it should be only used for making babies, not pleasure. Lesbian and anal sex was certainly out of the question, and if any member of her family could see her now having lesbian anal sex they would have probably fainted with horror and rage... but oddly now Savannah almost wished they could. She wished her cheer squad could see her too, bending over for Marti and taking her cock in her ass. She even thought about bending over for Marti in front of them sometime in the future just so they could all know how much she loved being Marti's submissive little up the butt girl.
While she had fantasized about lesbian sex Savannah had used to share her family's disgust at anal sex, however lately there had been few things Savannah wanted more than for Marti to strap on a dildo and shove it up her ass. Savannah had wanted to be a naughty lesbian up the butt girl and now she was becoming one she was completely lost to it, the normally prudish cheerleader captain slamming her ass backwards against the invading dick while squealing in obvious delight.
Meanwhile Marti was doing everything in her power not become so lost in slamming Savannah's shitter that she couldn't tell whether her girlfriend was still enjoying it or not. Sure, Savannah certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, but Marti couldn't help being worried about her, especially as she was pounding her girlfriend's pooper way harder than she'd ever fucked her Mom's ass before.
Her newly found strength was a mystery for a while, until Marti turned her head and spotted Amy, her eyes glowing and one of her hands outstretched. She had heard the Witch like to be entertained and had a tendency to give the participants in her entertainment a little energy boost if she felt it was necessary but Marti didn't know if it was true or not until now. She actually found herself enjoying it as she felt magical power running through her making her feel stronger than ever, and she hoped it was doing the same for Savannah, making it easier for her girlfriend to take what she was giving her.
Eventually Marti became lost to the power running through her, the blonde helplessly drilling Savannah's asshole harder than she would have ever done so otherwise, extremely grateful that no matter how hard or brutal it became Savannah only continued squealing happily.
That squealing became even more high pitched as the brunette's body shook like a leaf in the wind, Savannah's whole world coming crashing down in monstrous sensations which were too wondrous to even begin to compare to the orgasms she had fingered herself too. However Savannah couldn't come up with a term which did justice to them so she still had to think of them is orgasms, even though each one of them seemed to threaten to send her to the afterlife in the most pleasant way possible.
The stimulator on Marti's clit was enough to send her to an orgasm or two of her own, although they were clearly nowhere near as powerful as Savannah's, or her own from the earlier cunt lapping.
Behind her Amy was gasping and moaning as she fingered herself into the same state. Suddenly the Witch straightened and her mouth opened, for a brief second there was silence before piercing orgasmic scream ripped out. Amy continued to rapidly slam her fingers in and out of herself all the way through her climax, only slowing down as the sensations subsided. When she was finally over it she let out a few long satisfy sighs and then said, "Enough."
With that word all of the overwhelming strength that had been buzzing through Marti was gone and she was suddenly left feeling like she'd run a marathon. The sudden exhaustion hit her so hard she literally collapsed down onto her girlfriend who collapsed in turn, the two lovers laying together for several moments catching their breath.
Martí barely had time to nuzzle Savannah's neck when Amy commanded, "You, pull slowly out of her butt. Other girl, lift your ass up for me."
Groaning softly both cheerleaders did as they were told, the strap on leaving Savannah's ass with a soft popping sound and revealing a red ringed crater where a tight virgin hole used to be. Part of Marti felt guilty as Savannah's butt hole looked even more stretched out then her Mom's did after hours of the most energetic butt poundings, but a larger part of her found it incredibly hot. Plus she couldn't help imagining herself convincing Savannah to pull down her little cheerleader skirt and show off her freshly stretched out shit hole to their fellow cheerleader Alice. Alice had been teasing Marti about how she'd never be able to get into Savannah's panties before they got to Sunnydale, and despite the fact that Marti and Savannah were now together the teasing had continued because Savannah probably wasn't ever going to give it up, especially not back there. Marti couldn't wait to show her just how wrong she was.
As for Amy, she had seen more impressive gapes... of course, the fun wasn't over yet, "You, go get a blow job from your girlfriend."
"It's Marti." Marti said, strolling around so she was standing over Savannah's head before kneeling down to make it easier for her girlfriend to take the ass flavoured dildo into her mouth.
"Whatever." Amy said with disinterest as she retrieved another strap on from her collection, this one much longer and wider than the model Savannah was currently sucking on.
"What are you going to do with that?" Marti asked, noticing the monster around Amy's waist.
Amy smirked, "What do you think?"
"Don't you think she's been through enough?" Marti argued.
"No. Why, you wanna take her place?" Amy offered.
Marti said nothing.
"Didn't think so." Amy said, before sighing, "Look, you've got her nice and open for me, and I'll even use lube. See?"
Despite Amy taking a generous amount of lubricant and covering her dildo with it Marti continued to feel unsure about it, that was until Savannah removed her mouth from the dildo which was still strapped around her girlfriend's waist and said, "Marti, I'll be ok. I'm an up the butt girl now. This is what I do."
"And this, is what I do." Amy said, pushing her dildo into Savannah's open and inviting back hole.
Savannah gasped as her up until recently virgin asshole was invaded and then filled for only the second time in her life. The difference being that the first time she felt like her anal walls were being stretched to their limits, now she felt as if they were being stretched way beyond them. Inch after inch was inserted into her bowels Savannah's mouth fell open, but no sound came out as her eyes slowly began to bulge until she thought she was going to get skewered right through her body, then just as she thought the dildo was about to bash against her brain Amy's hips banged against her butt cheeks, the Witch not even stopping before pulling out and then thrusting back in.
Before she could wrap her head around the fact that her bowels somehow hadn't torn Savannah found herself receiving her second ever butt fucking, that gigantic rectum wrecker gently pumping away at her overstretched pooper creating the most bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure she'd ever felt. It was a lot like her first butt fucking, only magnified... and the feeling of pain faded a lot faster... and the pleasure increased a lot faster... incredibly faster... until Savannah's entire world melted away. The only thing she was aware of was massive explosions of pleasure constantly writhing through her and the big cock ruthlessly ramming through her back passage which was causing the aforementioned pleasure.
A little while before she seemed to lose her mind completely Savannah felt her ass being roughly smacked, her well toned cheeks rippling slightly as a faint voice said, "Come on, stick that cock back in her mouth and fuck her face. I want this bitch to get spit roasted."
Shortly after this Savannah felt something being pushed into her mouth and quickly realising what it was she began sucking on it greedily, incredibly turned on by what was happening to her. She, good little church girl Savannah Monroe, was being spit roasted like a common street whore. She was taking it in both ends. She was taking a cock in her mouth and one in her ass. She was such a slut.
True, there was a time even the thought of doing something like this would have been horrifying to her, but like so many other things Savannah pretty much only found this a turn on. The only downside was part of her longed for the intimacy she still believed monogamy brought between two people, but she didn't want to say anything to Marti and risk pushing her away. Plus if this was the type of pleasure she got in return perhaps it was worth the price of a little intimacy.
By the time Savannah became so lost in her own pleasure that the cock slipped from her mouth no one else in the room cared, especially not Amy who herself had become mostly lost to the act. She couldn't completely lose control, if she did it would probably take all of her magic to fix Savannah's ass after she had completely ripped it apart. Ok, that was yet to happen, but Amy wasn't going to leave it to chance. After all, this girl had done nothing wrong to her. Her girlfriend was another story.
While Savannah had bent over willingly the other girl... Marti had been questioning her all night, even in front of her other subjects. What kind of leader would Amy be if she didn't punish this offence?
So Amy set about doing just that. Of course, she could have Marti beaten and/or tortured or even do it herself, but with girls like Marti emotional damage was far more effective, and in this case far more fun. Amy hadn't had the heart to be a total bitch and deny Marti the chance to be her girlfriend's first she was still stealing her thunder somewhat and making any follow up fuckings incredibly hard for Marti or any other girl to live up too. That should make Marti think twice before questioning her.
If Amy had bothered to read Marti's mind she would have found out her plan wasn't succeeding in the way she hoped. Marti found watching Savannah getting ram raided by another girl incredibly hot, but also incredibly worrying as she became increasingly concerned for her girlfriend's welfare.
At first everything was fine. Savannah was squealing with delight with every bowel destroying thrust, even pumping back against Amy's brutal fucking in between what looked to be amazing orgasms. Savannah stopped sucking Marti's strap on, which was okay, but then she seemed to lose all the strength in her upper body. The cheerleader captain panting hoarsely as she lay face down and ass up Amy's hands on her hips possibly the only thing keeping her lower half in the air.
Eventually Savannah's eyelids droop and then tightly shut, Marti quickly checking on her and finding her completely out of it.
Just as Marti was preparing to try and get Amy off of her girlfriend by any means necessary the Mistress of Sunnydale suddenly pulled out, Savannah's exhausted bottom half slowly slumping down onto the bed as Amy remained where she was for a few moments, panting heavily. A quick incantation later and the Witch seemed good as new, first grinning at Marti and then down at Savannah.
After muttering a few words under her breath Amy ordered, "Savannah, raised that cute little butt of yours up in the air again and spread your cheeks."
Marti tried to protest that her girlfriend was in no condition to do as she was told. Before she could get a word out Savannah had started lifting herself upwards, the submissive cheerleader happily spreading her ass cheeks, making her ass hole, which had already been seriously gaping after Marti was finished with it, now look like it would never ever close again. There was part of Marti which was definitely worried that her girlfriend would be ok, but she also couldn't help being incredibly turned on by the sight before her.
"Relax, my magic makes sure no matter how hard you stretch out an ass hole it always goes back to being virgin tight... eventually." Amy grinned, she and Marti admiring the view for a few more moments before the Witch told Savannah, "Come give my strap on the same loving blow job you just gave your little girlfriend."
Surprised just how much energy she seemed to suddenly have Savannah turned herself around and took the head of the strap on into her mouth, happily sucking down the taste of the deepest part of her rectum before trying to lower her head on the fake dick. She didn't get very far, the wit of the enormous dong was to much for her up until recently virgin throat, but luckily Mistress Amy didn't seem to mind the fact that she could only take a few inches into her mouth.
To make up for this fact Savannah gave those first few inches the most intense sucking she could. She made sure she got every drop of her own ass juices before sliding her tongue up and down the shaft, giving the length of Amy's strap on long drawn out sucking kisses as she went.
Savannah wasn't sure whether she was doing the right thing at first, but then she felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her this way and that. Looking up she blushed at the smile Amy was giving her, unable to stop herself feeling incredibly pleased that she was making such a dominant woman happy. She only hoped she could make Marti half as happy.
At this point Marti's concern for her girlfriend had died down, but her jealousy was back with a vengeance, as was the stronger sensation of enjoying the prudish cheerleader sucking strap-on.
"Your girlfriends quite the cock sucker." Amy said conversationally, "Are you sure she's not one of those technical virgins. You know... they do everything but do it..."
Amy then smirked as Marti replied, "I just think she's a natural."
"Maybe..." Amy shrugged, before another smile crossed her face, "How is she at eating pussy?"
It was Marty's turn to smile, "Second to none."
"Really... this I've got to see." Amy said, before actually turning her attention to Savannah, "Back off a second."
After Savannah did as she was told Amy quickly pushed down her strap on and stepped out of it before reaching down, gently grabbing onto Savannah's hair and pulling her head forwards.
"Let's just see how good a rug muncher you are oooooohhhhhh!" Amy barely had time to finish her sentence before Savannah began eagerly lapping at the Mistress of Sunnydale's twat, taking Amy off guard, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, that's it, right there, mmmmmmmm, yes, lick me you beautiful little dyke! Oh, you're definitely right blondie. Mmmmmmm, your girlfriend is a natural at eating pussy."
Savannah felt a rush of pride greater than any she had ever felt during cheerleading when she heard those words, and considering how highly she thought of what she did that was really saying something.
Countless women had probably been between Amy's thighs by now, most of them way more experienced than Savannah and yet the cheerleader captain was apparently doing a very good job at her task if Amy's words were anything to go by.
Extremely encouraged by those words Savannah willingly pushed her face deeper into Amy's cunt, thrusting her tongue into the dripping channel and beginning to thrust in and out, fucking the Witch with her tongue. Making her delicious juices flow into her mouth and down her throat in the process, which of course in turn only made Savannah work harder to bring the Mistress of Sunnydale pleasure.
In all fairness Amy was still extremely horny and ready for action thanks to the rough anal fucking she had just given Savannah, and Savannah had one gorgeous ass which had been an absolute joy to fuck. Her butt hole had remained so beautifully opened, and she had done such a great job at sucking her cock that it was no wonder Amy found herself approaching an orgasm so quickly.
However Amy felt like there was something missing, something that would make the upcoming orgasm even better. While that look of jealousy and horniness on Marti's face was good, the Witch was a little tired of it, and she could think of something more useful Marti could be doing with her lips other than pouting.
"Oh yes, lick my cunt, tongue my twat, oh Marti, your girlfriend's tongue feels so good in my pussy. Mmmmmm, the only way this could be better if I had a tongue in my ass too." Amy then pretended like a thought had just come to her, when really it had come a few seconds before, "Say, there's an idea. Why don't you show your Mistress some appreciation for all she does for you by getting down on your knees and sticking your tongue up her ass. Make sure you cover my cheeks too."
Gritting her teeth slightly Marti smiled and said, "No problem, Mistress Amy."
Marti then moved behind Amy, slowly got down onto her knees and started literally kissing the other girl's ass.
"Yes that's it, kiss my ass Marti. Show your Mistress just how much you appreciate her. Mmmmmm, it feels so good to have your lips on my ass while your girlfriend's tongue is in my pussy. Ooooooohhhhhhh, and now her mouth is sucking hard on my twat. She's sucking down my juices like a good little cunt hungry whore and, oh, now she's fucking me again like a good little dyke slut. Mmmmmm, you better pick up your game Marti. I want that tongue of yours on my ass hole now. Yes, that's it, tongue my ass hole. Lick the hole I shit hole from while your girlfriend eats my pussy you beautiful bitch." Amy moaned as with her free hand she reached behind her and gently grabbed onto Marti's hair.
Despite her initial reluctance Marti wasn't actually that put off by this act. She knew a lot of tops saw it as an act of submission, one which they would never even consider trying, but she had spent hours with her face buried in between her mother's butt cheeks. Teasing her slutty back hole until her Mom was begging for a rough, hard butt fucking, one which Marti had been happy to provide her. Marti had also dreamed of getting her tongue in between Savannah's cheeks, now that she had she hoped to do it again many, many times Luckily from the way Savannah was moaning earlier Marti was sure it wasn't going to be a problem to convince her to do it.
Focusing on the present while borrowing from the past Marti continued swirling her tongue around Amy's ass hole for several moments before sliding her tongue up and down the other girl's ass crack, returning to the puckered rosebud before the Witch had a chance to complain. She then started to kiss the other girl's cheeks again, always quickly going back to Amy's butt hole and spending the majority of her time licking and eventually kissing it while still occasionally licking the Witch's crack and kissing her cheeks.
Eventually Marti pushed her tongue into Amy's ass hole, which was a slight risk as some tops didn't even like a tongue in there, but the gamble paid off. Amy moaned loudly and shoved Marti's face deeper in between her cheeks, making the law student turned cheerleader work even harder, sliding her tongue in and out until she was steadily tongue fucking Amy's ass.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, tongue fuck me, tongue fuck me you two beautiful cheerleaders! I love cheerleader tongues! I love the feeling of two cheerleader tongues, one in my pussy, one in my ass, oh it feels so good!" Amy cried out happily, pressing both cheerleaders deep into the places she needed them, making sure they did nothing but tongue fuck her.
Amy had held off her climax so she could enjoy the ass kissing from the smart ass blonde, something she'd had to use her powers to do as whether by accident or natural skill Savannah's tongue was doing a fantastic job at finding her most sensitive spots. However, she was becoming so stimulated she wasn't sure she could even remember the right spell to keep her oncoming orgasm at bay, and as it reached its peak she didn't even want to remember it.
Lifting her head back Amy let out a piercing scream, her body shaking with blissful pleasure as her cum rushed into Savannah's open mouth. The eager to please cheerleader tried to swallow it all but there was just too much of it and the majority of it ended up covering her face. This didn't stop Savannah from getting all she could, happily cleaning away any left over cum from Amy's cunt as the Witch came down from her high, Marti's tongue still slowly but pleasantly moving in and out of her ass.
Going above and beyond like this made Amy feel she should reward these cheerleaders for such a fine performance.
A smile crossed Amy's face as she remembered how a certain prison had a job opening, a prison where Savannah could explore her submissive desires and Marti could get all the ass she wanted. So, after clearing her throat to get Marti's attention asked, "Hey, do you or your girlfriend know how to cook?"
*
A few hours after she had finished having her fun with the Hellcats cheerleaders Amy practically glided down to her basement, a smirk crossing her face as she began hearing a sickening cracking sound followed by a soft, pain filled whimper.
Gently waving her hand Amy magically opened a heavily locked door at the corner of the large room to reveal a woman, her hands bound by chains above her head and her naked body hanging limply as three floating whips delivered strike after strike to every inch of her flesh. Her skin practically covered in red as a result of all the scars and cuts caused by those whips.
Amy stood there watching for a few moments, and then muttered a few words. The whips instantly fell lifeless to the ground. Smirking Amy walked around her prey, admiring just how deep the whips had cut into her victim. Looking more closely she almost thought she could see bits of the woman's bones were the whips had literally torn the flesh from the now beaten half to death blonde. It seemed amazing she wasn't begging Amy for mercy and desperately swearing to do what ever the witch said or wanted... then again, she was a Hell-goddess. Or at least she used to be.
"Hello Glory." Amy said, sounding practically cheerful as she pulled the Demon-goddess's head up by her hair so she could look into her eyes, "Are you finally ready to submit?"
Every other time Amy had asked that question Glory had either spat in her face, snarled insults, swore revenge or normally a combination of the three. This time Glory said nothing. She didn't even acknowledged the question. Instead she stared staring blankly ahead of her, her eyes glazed over to the point where Amy might have thought she was dead if it hadn't been for her subtle breathing.
"What's wrong Glory? Upset at me for leaving you down here for... how many days has it been? I forget. Oh well, you shouldn't be mad, and you won't be, just as soon as you've given into me, because I swear when you do your going to wish you fell to your knees and submitted to me the moment I resurrected you. And ok, I couldn't give you your old body back, or your powers, but like I said before that can be our little secret. No one needs to know I can't totally bring back a Hell-goddess, powers and all, or that I can't kick a fully powered Hell-goddess's ass like I did to you when I brought you back. Mmmmmm, I've got to admit, I'm more of a lover than a fighter, but doing that to you was freaking hot. Not as hot as what I'm going to do to you though."
Amy slowly made her way around Glory and pressed herself into the former Hell-goddess's back, not caring she was getting blood on her clothes as she grinded into Glory's butt.
"I honestly don't think I can wait any longer to publicly fuck you up the ass and make you my bitch... which is why I'm here. I know you think you would rather die than be my bitch, but if that were true you would have forced yourself to stop breathing a long time ago. So, that means your choices are remain here in this, your own private hell, getting the flesh torn from your bones until my spell realises you're about to die and heals you so you can relive the experience all over again. Or you can come join me in a lesbian paradise. My magic will ensure you, me and all my subjects will live forever, so the choice is yours Hell-goddess... how do you want to spend eternity? Or perhaps the better question is, how do you want to spend the next couple of days? Or weeks? Or months? Or whenever I next give you the opportunity to submit to me."
When she finished speaking Amy stayed perfectly still, holding the battered body to her gently as she waited for the answer she had been hoping for since the first moment she had heard the Hell-goddess's name. Unfortunately it seemed she was out of luck, again.
"Suit yourself." Amy sighed, disentangling herself and walking towards the door, muttering a few words under her breath so that the whips raised menacingly.
"Wait."
The voice was weak and if Amy hadn't seriously enhanced every one of her senses she probably wouldn't have heard it, but she did so she turned and looked at the fallen Hell-goddess.
"I... I submit..."
Amy smiled.
*
Ever since she had turned Sunnydale into her own private kingdom Amy had been redecorating, adding all kinds of things from additional beautiful scenery to watch towers to keep an eye on her subjects, however Sunnydale Stadium was by far her favourite addition. The construct was like a Roman Colosseum crossed with a theatre, hundreds upon hundreds of seats surrounding a main stage in the form of a semicircle, cameras surrounding the place so whatever happened inside it could be broadcast to every single home in Sunnydale, and a few places beyond that.
Since its construction the stadium had been used regularly. Mostly as an arena for fighting, with Amy pulling powerful women from all kinds of dimensions and filling them full of the needed desire to make them beat the crap out of each other. The victor would always make quite a show of dominating the loser even if Amy was using yet more magic to make them do so. Occasionally there were disputes from within Sunnydale itself settled within the arena, and once in a blue moon Amy herself would take centre stage so she could demonstrate her power to her people and remind them who was in charge.
Amy grinned as she peaked through the curtain. The place was full as usual, and if her subjects knew what was good for them those who weren't attending would be all huddled around a TV screen watching her latest performance.
Another huge grin crossed Amy's face as she used her magic to pall back the curtains, the spotlight shining on her as fireworks lit up the night sky and her loyal subjects frantically clapped and cheered for her like their comfortable way of living depended on it, which it did.
"Thank you, thank you ladies, you're too kind." Amy gushed, her voice magnified not by magic, but by the carefully constructed sound system in place, "We all know why we're here... but first, I have a special announcement. I love Sunnydale. I could have taken any town or city of my choice and made it my own, but Sunnydale has been and always will be my home. However in light of the vast improvements I have made to it I feel it deserves a new name, a name which truly is befitting of my town. So, it is my great honour to rename this town Amydale. That is its name now, and I expect everyone to call it that from now on. No exceptions." Amy's happy demeanour briefly changed to a more threatening look, before quickly changing back again, "As for tonight, as I'm sure you're all aware I have an extra special treat for you all... the total submission of the greatest Hell-goddess who ever lived. So without further ado I give you my new bitch... Glory!"
There was further applause, along with whispered murmurings, as Glory crawled onto the stage wearing only a pair of high healed boots and a collar around her neck. The defeated former goddess's only comfort that at least she was healed and the first time in what felt like forever well fed and rested.
"As you'll remember I guaranteed my new pet's total submission to me only yesterday, after I totally kicked her ass, and as you can see like all the rest it has taken no time at all for her to learn her place." Amy boasted, deliberately neglecting to mention she had thrown Glory in her basement, a place she had enchanted time to move at a faster rate. Turning directly to her bitch Amy said, "Glory, kiss my feet."
Fresh tears fell down Glory's cheeks as she did as she was told, crawling over to Amy and slowly pressing her lips against the top of her right foot, and then the left, repeating the process and in doing so covering her new mistress's feet in soft pecks.
"As you can see she has been given a tramp stamp... can I get a close-up on that? Isn't it pretty? And, Glory left your head up a sec, great now you can see her collar, can we get a close-up on what it reads? There, 'Property of Mistress Amy', just like all my other bitches. Just one thing remains..." Amy grinned wickedly as she picked up a big, evil looking branding iron, "Bend over Hell-bitch."
Glory whimpered, but she knew there was nothing she could do, and as Amy had made extremely clear before this started, hesitating would only make things worse for her, so she quickly presented her ass to Amy and the audience and waited for the pain. She waited so long that she wondered if Amy had changed her mind or she was finally about to wake up from this nightmare. Then Glory let out an ear piercing scream as a branding iron was pressed against the soft flesh of her ass, her skins sizzling as if she had been thrown on a barbecue. The fallen Hell-goddess desperately tried to crawl away but Amy was too fast for her. The witch moved at lightning speed to place her foot on her new bitch's neck and placing her way down firmly upon it so her pet could only squirm for the last few seconds before she pulled the branding iron away to reveal the marks it had left.
"There, now she is truly my bitch." Amy beamed as she admired her handiwork, the words 'Amy's Bitch' now forever burned onto Glory's right ass cheek.
Even though Amy took her foot off her neck Glory remained in place, weeping as she lay there, feeling utterly defeated. Amy was determined to reinforce that feeling.
Sitting down on the throne one of her minions quickly set up for her Amy patted her knee and called out, "Now it's time to begin my bitch's official breaking in... Glory, come over here and lay across my knee."
Again the defeated former deity wept as she did as she was told, her cries briefly becoming louder as her now vulnerable and aching ass was roughly spanked.
"You know Glory, I was thinking of taking it easy on you... but then you tried to crawl away while I was branding you. I couldn't have been clearer what would happen if you disobeyed me in any conceivable way, so you only have yourself to blame for what comes next." Amy said coldly, before briefly addressing her audience, "You ladies know the drill, count each one of these spanks unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes Mistress Amy, one... two, three, four... five..."
Somehow the fact there was an audience counting along made the spanking Glory was receiving worse. She shouldn't care how insects such as them saw her, but for some reason it did. It was this world, even before it had been turned upside down it had filled her with these feelings she could not understand nor did she want too.
Still, the people watching her humiliation aside the fact that she, a goddess, was being humiliated was unacceptable. She should be able to rip this witch apart for even thinking she could do something like this to her. But she couldn't. All Glory could do was sob uncontrollably as Amy's hand repeatedly crackdown on her ass with more force than those whips ever had. While Amy's hand lacked a certain concentrated sting the fact that it concentrated on her newly marked flesh made the pain more unbearable than any Glory had ever experienced before, and considering the things Amy had used to torture her that was really saying something.
By now Glory's only comfort, the only thing that kept her breathing was the knowledge that one day she would have her vengeance on Amy Madison. This stupid human had no idea who she was messing with. Glory would make this look like a day in paradise compared to what she would do to Amy. She would keep her alive for years, spending each and every day redefining her understanding of pain, suffering and humiliation. Amy was going to beg her for death, and Glory would show her no such mercy, just like Amy was showing her no such mercy right now.
"Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred... one hundred and one... one hundred and two."
As much as Amy loved sexually dominating other women doing it publicly always made it better and this was her favourite place to do it. The knowledge that hundreds of people were watching her only a few feet away and hundreds were watching her via the TV cameras was a massive turn on, especially when the people in the audience participated like they were doing now.
Like other times she had done this Amy made a real show of it, drawing out the spanking for a very, very long time. Sometimes she would deliver several hard slaps all at once, making the audience struggle to keep up the count. Other times she would wait for ages in between strikes, keeping her audience on the route of its seat, just waiting for her hand to descend so they could call out the next number.
Of course Amy didn't forget about Glory. No, she made sure to keep the former Hell-goddess on her toes too. She did this not just by sometimes delivering a series of hard strikes and then leave her new bitch waiting ages for the next one, but increasing and decreasing the power behind her strikes. Sometimes she only gave her the lightest of girlie slaps while other times she would use every strength increasing spell she knew to deliver a blow which threatened to literally break Glory in half. And when Glory's ass was so black, bruised and beaten the branded words couldn't be seen Amy would use a quick healing spell so she could destroy the former Hell-goddess's butt all over again.
"Nine hundred and ninety six... Nine hundred and ninety seven... Nine hundred and ninety eight... Nine hundred and ninety nine... one thousand..."
Finally grown tired of spanking her latest conquest Amy abruptly stopped the spanking, pushed Glory off of her and said, "Mmmmmm, that was fun... it really turned me on, so much so I think I'm going to need a little pussy licking to relax me. So come on Glory, come get your first taste of cunt juice."
Glory grimaced, not just at the idea of lesbian sex, but sex in general. Sex was a disgusting human act, one which despite certain desires she'd experienced both before and after Amy had turned her world upside down the Hell-goddess had been able to avoid. To allow someone into her body, or worse try and enter someone else's body disgusted her. She was a Goddess. She was above such things.
Unfortunately, just as before, Glory was forced to submit to this latest humiliation, waiting with horrible anticipation as Amy stripped off her dress, bra and panties before settling back down on the chair and spreading her legs, "Don't make me tell you twice."
Fearing further blows to her aching backside Glory wasted no time in screwing her eyes tightly shut, diving her head forwards and giving the leaking hole in front of her a lick, with the mindset of getting this revolting act over with as soon as she could.
Initially the act didn't seem quite as bad as she had originally envisioned. The hole tasted... alright, and if there hadn't been thousands of people watching her lower herself down on this level maybe it would have been even pleasant. Then again as she continued licking Glory found the flavour seemed to improve, or her tastebuds got used to the texture, and...
NO! This was more of the witch's magic. She couldn't be enjoying sex. She would never enjoy sullying herself like this. She was being forced into it. So... if she... got into it, it wouldn't count. She could moan as more of Amy's cream slid into her mouth and down her throat, she could lick harder and faster, she could even tongue fuck Amy's cunt and it wouldn't mean anything because she was under a spell. That's what Glory kept reminding herself as the first time in her very long existence Glorificus became lost in eating pussy.
Amy was also totally asphyxiated on the rug munching, however while Glory was trying to block out everything except the act, Amy was revelling in every part of it, especially the verbal part, "That's it slut, eat my cunt! Tongue my hot little twat you dyke whore! How does it feel? Do you like it? I think you do. From the way you're burying your face in my pussy I think you'll love it. I think the Hell-goddess wants to become a Dyke-goddess, no... a Lesbian-goddess. Mmmmmm, I like that. You can be my little Lesbian-goddess. Ooooohhhhh, it feels so good having a goddess eating my pussy! Mmmmmm, that's it, get your tongue in deeper! Oh yes, become my own personal goddess of pussy eating, mmmmmmm, my very own Lesbian-goddess!"
Glory was clearly inexperienced, but the fact that she was a virgin not only to girl on girl sex but sex of any kind was an incredible turn on to Amy. She may have allowed Marti to be Savannah's first out of the kindness of her heart, but there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to pop the cherry of a goddess. In a sense that was exactly what was happening now as this was the very first sex act Glory had ever been part of, but it wasn't exactly what came to Amy's mind when she thought of taking cherries. So, she concentrated on cumming so she could do what she really wanted to do to her new bitch.
Concentrating on her own pleasure was easily achieved, everything going on around Amy only heightening her enjoyment, however it wasn't the thrusting tongue or sucking lips or her clit being bashed by Glory's nose or even the cheering of the crowd which sent her over the edge. In the end it was concentrating on the fact that one of the most powerful creatures who she had ever had reached too was now kneeling before her, worshipping her pussy like many followers had once worshipped her.
This very, very pleasant thought had Amy bucking her hips into Glory's face, covering her very own Lesbian-goddess in her cream as her body shook and stars flew past her eyes. When she came down from her moment of vulnerability Amy was pleased to see and feel Glory cleaning her cunt of any remaining cum, the Hell-goddess clearly having already swallowed whatever flew into her mouth and was now desperately looking for more.
"Mmmmmmm, you really do make an excellent Lesbian-goddess." Amy teased, grabbing Glory by the hair and pulling her face from and between her legs, "But now I think it's time for you to really get broken in."
Glory whimpered as Amy let go and stood up, one of Amy's minions quickly straying onto the stage and strapping a large 12 inch dildo around her waist. Looking down Amy saw it had been pre-lubed. She couldn't remember whether she had asked for that or not, although it made little difference to her.
"Bend over and spread them." Amy ordered, menacingly stroking the cock as if it was real.
Hanging her head in shame Glory obeyed her mistress's command, turning around and bending over before reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks, leaving her virgin holes exposed and vulnerable, although it was no mystery which hole Amy would choose.
Amy admired the sight of her latest conquest in such a vulnerable position for several moments before kneeling down behind her and, to no one's surprise, pressing the tip of her strap on cock against the former Hell-goddess's puckered rosebud. Again she savoured the moment, and then suddenly violated Glory's ass, thrusting every inch of the dildo into the deepest depth of her new bitch's bowels and causing Glory to scream hysterically.
Glory had thought she had ran out of tears, had no more energy to scream and had already experienced the lowest low of her entire existence. She was proven wrong on all three accounts as her rear hole was violently filled and then fucked, Amy not even stopping to listen to her screams as she began fucking her ass.
Fucked. She was getting fucked. In the ass. Glory, the Hell-goddess who made all her other Hell-gods and goddesses tremble before her power and might was being invaded, fucked, like she was some filthy animal rutting in the dirt. And worse, it was her ass that was being taken, a place unnatural even by human standards, and even more disgusting than regular sex. It was this fact which was far more horrifying to Glory than the pain she received. The pain was nothing compared to what she had been through under Amy's cruel torment, but what came next was worse than anything Glory had ever experienced.
It started with the pain in her rectum mysteriously fading away, and then the unthinkable happened. Glory experienced pleasure. This was not something she was unfamiliar with, in fact she was quite a glutton for it, but to experience such a thing during such a primitive act as sex was horrific.
Glory tried to fight it, but it overwhelmed her, consumed her, until it felt like her entire body was literally on fire, and then... and then she experienced a level of ecstasy she never knew existed. She could only assume it was an orgasm, just as she could only assume the things that rocketed through her after it were also orgasms. As the Daemon-goddess began to feel like she was literally melting away she finally understood why humans and lower daemons were so obsessed with sex... why they would do anything for it... because she would do anything, no matter how perverse, to feel this way again.
Usually when one person came during sex it was a sign that things were about to slow down, and when both participants of a simple twosome had not only both cum but cum in multiples it was all but guaranted things were about to come to an end. That wasn't the case here. Amy wasn't anywhere near finished, and she wouldn't be until she was 100% sure there wasn't a strand of rebellion left in Glory's body. This was a tall, some would say impossible order, but Amy had a plan, and it was the same one she had used on everyone else she had taken in her arena.
Shortly after deciding men weren't worth her time Amy had started using the Internet to indulge her lesbian fantasies and had stumbled across a lesbian BDSM site with one woman fucking another in the ass. It had been the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. The woman doing the butt fucking seemed so dominant, so in control, and the woman getting her butt fucked seemed so submissive, so weak. From then on Amy had always seen anal sex as the ultimate form of dominance and submission, and when she got to shape Sunnydale into her own liking she cast spells to turn her philosophy into everyone's reality. And at that moment she was using that same magic to heighten it within Glory, reinforcing her feelings of submission as she ass fucked her to orgasm after orgasm, her entire kingdom watching the debasement of a Hell-goddess.
But it still wasn't enough, not for Amy. So out of nowhere she stopped and sat down, her enhance strength making sure she was able to take Glory with her, the former goddess crying out as they both landed on the floor with a bump, the dildo momentarily driving deeper than ever before into her rectum.
"Bounce bitch!" Amy ordered, slapping Glory's ass, "I'm not doing all the work here, you take over. Come on, don't make me spank you again."
Glory whimpered at the threat before immediately lifting herself up slowly, about half of the strap on exiting her rear chute, before she slowly lowered herself down, the dildo fully re-entering her ass. She repeated this process over, and over, and over again, gradually picking up speed much to the crowd's delight, her tits bouncing up and down frantically as she was forced to sodomise/humiliate herself.
From this position Glory found it much easier to see the crowd, women laughing at her or gazing lustfully upon her or both, and worse she could see the cameras which were allowing even more women to do the same. Worse still she could see the massive screen behind her which enhance the image to those around her, showing a close-up of her make up smeared face and worse down in between her legs were it was clear she was pumping her ass on that toy and... and everyone could see her cum dripping cunt.
However the very worst part of this entire thing was the fact that cum currently leaking from her twat was not fresh, because no matter how hard she tried Glory couldn't make herself cum again, and she needed it. She needed it like nothing she'd ever needed before. She was a goddess, she should be above such things, but Glory couldn't help it, she needed to cum and she would do anything to cum again.
"Please... fuck me." Glory whimpered as she continued bouncing.
"What was that sweetie?" Amy asked innocently.
"Fuck me!" Glory cried out louder in frustration, "Fuck my ass. I need to cum so bad, but I can't do it on my own. Please... Mistress Amy, fuck my ass and make me cum."
"You wanna cum huh? You wanna cum?" Amy grinned, "Well what are you going to do for me in return?"
"Anything, I'll do anything." Glory swore.
"Really... let's see... first, how about you tell me you're my bitch now, and mean it." Amy demanded.
"I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, I swear I'm nothing but your bitch." Glory wept, breaking down completely, "I'm Mistress Amy's bitch. Her Lesbian-goddess. I'm anything you want me to be, just please make me cum Mistress Amy. Make your bitch cum!"
"Tell the audience." Amy commanded, "Turned to that camera right there and tell everyone who you are, what you've become, and how much you love it."
Immediately turning to the camera Glory said, "I'm Glory, goddess of hell, and I'm Mistress Amy's bitch. Mistress Amy has turned me into her bitch and I love it so much. I love it when she spanks me, and when she fucks me up the ass with her big strap on cock, and I love the taste of her sweet pussy. I want to worship her forever, to spend eternity bending over for her whenever she wants, because I'm her bitch now and that's all I want to be!"
Glory's eyes rolled back in her head as Amy started roughly thrusting upwards while using her grip on Glory's ways to jack-hammer her up and down, giving the former Hell-goddess the additional pleasure she needed to cum again. As the orgasm rocked through her Glory wished she could tell herself she was just saying what ever she needed to so she could get what she wanted. But the truth was after this no one would take her seriously as a goddess again, and more to the point she didn't want them too. Glory had never meant anything as sincerely as what she had just said. She wanted to be Amy's bitch, and regardless whether that was a result of magic or not was no longer relevant because she no longer cared. Being Amy's bitch felt too good, and from now on that was all she wanted to be.
The former Hell-goddess was in luck because as far as Amy was concerned that would be all she was from now on. In fact Glory was going to become the crown jewel of Amy's collection... or at least a crown jewel. She had two other jewels in particular she was looking forward to doing this too, and when she did it would be even sweeter than this awesome moment of turning a goddess into her bitch. Some would say Amy couldn't possibly find a better subject to display her power on, but Amy knew better, because Glory might have been a goddess once upon a time but even she had been defeated by Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Some had questioned why Amy had sent Buffy to Gehanna instead of publicly breaking her. They never dared ask Amy to her face, but the Witch had read it in many minds amongst her kingdom and have never punished anyone for it. It was a valid question, one which she pondered many times, even if she did always come up with the same answer, namely that it would have been too easy. She would have been coming at the Slayer with powers she wasn't prepared to deal with, and when it came down to it Amy longed for a real challenge. Glory had been a fun piece of amusement, but Amy was eagerly awaiting the inevitable day Buffy broke out to challenge her power. On that day she wouldn't be facing a sexually repressed Slayer who had a habit of always winning but a confident top who had a habit of always winning. That would be a challenge to beat, and if Amy succeeded it would be even more of a challenge to make Buffy her bitch.
And then of course there was Willow. She was gifted with a natural ability for magic Amy could only dream of. If the redheaded Witch was able to truly tap into the sexual energy flowing around them she would be unstoppable... just like Amy, creating a real unstoppable force meets an unmoveable object scenario. And oh, to face a fully powered up Buffy and Willow at the same time, that would be the greatest challenge Amy could think of. If she could beat them both then truly nothing could stop her.
Or at least she hoped those were the reasons.
As Glory became a rag doll in Amy's grasp the Mistress of Amydale briefly began imagining she was bouncing a different blonde up and down on her cock, or perhaps even a redhead. Then she remembered she was ass fucking a goddess and quickly got back into things, using her magic to lift herself up and push Glory down so they were back in the doggy style position, Amy hammering into Glory's ass harder than ever before. So much so she had to use her magic to prevent her new bitch's back passage from tearing apart under the ruthless assault.
With no energy left in her whatsoever Glory lay face down whimpering joyfully as she was brutally sodomised through climax after climax. Mistress Amy's magic the only thing keeping her awake, the former Hell-goddess thinking how lucky she was that such a powerful being would not only use her unworthy shit hole as an orifice for her pleasure, but actually make the now completely powerless blonde her bitch. Glory was so, so lucky.
Amy smiled as she read her bitch's mind, happy in the knowledge that Glory had truly been broken. This knowledge encouraging the Witch to use almost every ounce of her magic to keep the butt fucking going on, and on, and on, however even her powers had their limits and eventually she was forced to bring things to a stop.
As she caught her breath Amy beamed at her audience cheering for her, happily waving to them and not at all caring that their enthusiasm was a little forced.
Turning her attention back to her new bitch Amy smiled, slapped her ass, and said "Spread your cheeks."
Despite her lack of strength Glory's hands immediately flew to her ass cheeks, the former Daemon-goddess eagerly spreading them for her mistress. After smiling at this Amy quickly pulled out of her plaything's pooper and moved out of the way so the cameras could do a close-up of Glory's completely wrecked rectum, the gaping asshole looking as if with a little force the entire stadium could have been pushed through it. Amy admired her handiwork for a few moments, and then moved round so she was kneeling in front of her new pet.
"Look up at me, without taking your hands off your cheeks." Amy commanded, and then when Glory was doing and she was told asked, "What's your name and what are you?"
"My name is Glory and I'm your bitch. I'm Mistress Amy's bitch." Glory said proudly.
"Good bitch." Amy beamed, "Now suck my cock."
Without a word of protest Glory swallowed the head of the cock, giving at the wettest, sloppiest blow job she possibly could while looking up at her mistress lovingly, keeping her hands on her ass cheeks for as long as she could. Before her tired knees needed a rest at which point she used one of her hand to help support herself and another to cup the base of the dildo which at that point she was reaching with her lips.
Behind them on the big screen the audience saw another shot of Glory's gaping ass hole, then of Glory's head bobbing up and down, and finally a shot of the Mistress of Amydale herself who blew a kiss at the camera, signalling it was time for it to turn off. Glory continuing to get even the last drop of her ass juice of the dildo as the transmission ended and all the women in the arena slowly filed out, all muttering to themselves about what they had just seen.
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