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As she slowly opened her eyes Willow found herself in a strange bed facing another bed with a brunette woman bent over it, her ass hole gaping obscenely.
In moments the daze of just waking up faded and memories flooded back to the redhead, her old awkward self threatening to return full force with super long babbling included, but then she forcibly reminded herself if she was going to save her friends, not to mention her own ass, from the brunette bent over the other bed she needed to be firm and in control.
So after taking a soft breath to push down the urge to babble and possibly even apologise Willow got up out of bed, stretched, and greeted her new cell mate cheerily, "Good morning Faith, did you sleep well?"
"Fuck you bitch." Faith whimpered, immediately hating herself for it.
Walking over so she was standing behind the Slayer Willow asked, "So what, did I fuck you so good you couldn't get back into bed?"
"No! You fucking forgot to lift the puppet spell you fucking cunt!" Faith spat, focusing all the emotional turmoil she had suffered all night on hating the witch who wasn't going to survive another fucking night.
Again the urge to babble and apologise threaten to overcome the redhead but she controlled it. Not undoing the spell had been a mistake, but considering Faith's mood it was probably the best mistake Willow ever made. Then again, Faith didn't need to know it was a mistake.
"Who said I forgot?" The redhead smirked, "Maybe I just wanted to wake up to the pretty sight of you bending over for me."
Faith gritted her teeth, her anger somehow increasing tenfold, "You're so fucked. I swear..."
"I know, I know, you're going to fuck my ass and make me your bitch." Willow interrupted, not sounding at all convinced as she knelt down behind the Dark Slayer and her finger traced over Faith's still obscenely gaping butt hole, "This is part of Amy's magic isn't it? Back in Sunnydale we were forced to hide as women fucked in front of us, they were blocking our escape, and we saw the ones who got fucked up the ass later and their ass holes were still gaping."
"Thanks to Amy's mojo an ass hole now gapes for at least 20 hours after it's been fucked, sometimes more if the fucker is a real stud." Faith said, finally turning her head round to a painful degree so that Willow could see her smile which was devoid of even the slightest hint of warmth, "So it's going to be at least a week before your shit hole closes once I'm done using it."
Ignoring the Slayer Willow traced her finger around Faith's open anal ring, staring deep into the other girl's bowels, "Well, your ass looks really pretty like this. I could definitely get used to it."
"Don't fucking count on it." Faith spat.
Willow lent forward so she could whisper in Faith's ear, "I could just fuck your ass again you know. I could strap on that dildo again and fuck you till you cum for me like a bitch, just like you did last night."
Faith gritted her teeth, torn between saving herself from another ass fucking and telling the witch to fuck off. In the end her pride won out, "Fuck you you fucking cunt. Only reason I fucking came was because you used another fucking spell on me, just like you used fucking magic to make me actually like being fucked like a bitch. But just you fucking wait Red, cause I'm not going to need fucking magic, I'm just going to beat you and fuck you so that even as your fucking cumming for me you'll be fucking begging me to let you be my bitch so you can take it up your fucking ass every single day!"
A smirk crossed Willow's face. The Dark Slayer obviously had no idea that thanks to Gehanna's power draining it was unlikely she could do more than one spell, and last night she had only used one, that being the puppet spell.
She was just about to rub this fact in the Slayer's face when the doors opened and the dull voice from the speakers let the prisoners know that breakfast would be available for the next hour and the next hour only.
"Mm, breakfast, fucking your ass. Breakfast, fucking your ass." Willow said, sounding as if she was trying to decide something mundane like the choice between serial and toast in the morning when her stomach suddenly growled, "Oh, ha, guess I worked up an appetite from fucking my new bitch up her ass."
"I'M NOT..." Faith yelled, quickly lowering her voice as the sound of prisoners leaving their cells echo throughout the prison, "I'm not your bitch."
"Keep telling yourself that if you want." Willow shrugged dismissively as she quickly got dressed, which was not a problem as her choice was limited to one outfit. Once dressed Willow headed for the door, stopping once she reached her to turn to her bitch, "I'll make you a deal. I'll leave, wait about five seconds and then remove the spell, as long as you promise to leave me and my friends alone for the day. Do we have a deal?"
There was silence for what felt like an eternity.
Willow sighed impatiently, "I could just leave you here... like this... all day. I'd love to see you try and explain to one of the guards why your ass is gaping... or maybe one of the other tops." There was more silence and then a soft mumble. "Speak up. You're going to have to say it."
Literally through gritted teeth Faith replied, "Fine." And when the redhead coughed expectantly the brunette added, "I'll leave you in yours alone for today, but tonight I'm going to fucking get you, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone I'll stuff Dawnie's ass so hard and so deep they'll be driving trucks through it, then I'll do the same to you and Blondie."
Willow frowned, considered replying but knew she would just be wasting her breath. At this rate subduing Faith to the point where she was no longer a threat to herself or her friends might just prove more difficult than escaping Gehanna and defeating Amy.
Her mind racing with just how she could achieve those three goals, especially the first one, Willow left her cell, heading for the cafeteria where she would hopefully find her friends. Five seconds after leaving she lifted the puppet spell...
*
For the third time that morning Claire Bennet received a firm slap to her behind and a compliment about how fuck-able it was from one of the tops she passed, and for the third time she smiled and kept walking.
If she had been told to bend over she would've done so without hesitation, but her horny butt hole was craving a little something more than just any random top. Her butt hole wanted a real rectum wrecker, a top who wouldn't just use her ass, they would fucking destroy it.
For the first time since she found herself in this anal heaven Claire had gone with out a butt fucking last night and it had been the worst night of her life, her slutty ass desperately craving cock that wasn't around to fill it. The cheerleader swore that was the last time she ever pissed off a guard. She had begged them to punish her ass but they had refused, locking her in her cell before she had a decent chance to get her ass fucked. They even confiscated her sex toys, none of which she was likely to get back, but that was something to worry about later. For now she needed to get her ass filled, and preferably not just filled but destroyed.
Claire wanted her rectum really ruined, and when in Claire's experience a prison slut wanted her rectum really ruined there was only a handful of tops who could really, truly get the job done. Then again Claire had really high standards as a result of her first owner Faith Lehane.
When it came to the art of butt fucking Faith wasn't a master, she was a goddess. A butt fucking goddess that other butt fuckers could only hope to be as good as. Nobody was better than Faith, but when Claire awoke the Slayer was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in her cell and there just seemed to be a trail of gaping ass holes in her wake. The Dark Slayer seemed to be in one of her how many sluts can I gape mood, a mood Claire was very familiar with and was just hoping she could find the ass stretching expert before Faith finally lost interest, which could happen just as randomly as the brunette got into the mood of multi-back door breaking although normally not until after half a dozen sessions of butt pounding either with one lucky bottom or a number of bottoms.
Finally spotting the butt fucking goddess Claire smiled and called out her name. Faith gave her a death stare so cold that it would have caused many to wet themselves, but the difference was Claire knew the difference between Faith's genuine death stares and the ones that meant she was just going to get a severe beating before and/or after and/or during the inevitable ass destroying to come.
Claire practically quivered with anticipation as Faith approached, her eyes dropping down to the gigantic strap on dildo sticking out of Faith's fly, the top button done up over it so she could walk around with her dick hanging out. It was a look many tops went for when they were in the mood for some ass, and it always made Claire's pussy drip and her rear entrance pucker in excitement. Her excitement increased as she saw the Slayer's dildo was wet from what had to be other slut's anal juices, the sight making Claire lick her lips and hope that Faith would make her suck that cock before or after fucking her up the ass with it.
As the former cheerleader opened her mouth to give Faith a cheery greeting the Dark Slayer viciously back-handed her and then dragged her by her hair into one of the empty cells. Some of the newer inmates looked up. One of the many rules and the prison was you didn't go into another prisoner's cell as it could belong to a top or a top's bitch so it was better to avoid a scene. Besides it was common courtesy. But as the older inmates pointed out to the new ones Faith the Vampire Slayer didn't give a fuck about common courtesies and there was no one in the prison who was going to try and stop her going anywhere or doing just about anything.
"Where the fuck have you been you worthless cunt?" Faith snarled after she pushed Claire back against the far wall at the back of the cell, wrapped her hand around her throat and began choking her.
"Look... looking for you..." Claire wheezed.
Faith's heart momentarily stopped, "Why?"
A small smile crossed Claire's face, "I wanna fuck."
"Oh." Faith said, unable to stop herself breathing a sigh of relief, her slip causing her to choke the former cheerleader even tighter, "What the fuck did you hear last night?"
Claire frowned in confusion, "I... what?"
"What the fuck did you hear last night?" Faith repeated, before clarifying, "When the fucking doors closed and everyone started moaning. What the fuck did you hear?"
Claire blinked, "Nothing. Well, you know, the usual. Why?"
"Never you fucking mind why!" Faith snapped, wishing she could leave it there but unlike the other sluts she had gaped already this morning Claire was leaving right fucking next to her, "Did you hear my new bitch scream?"
"No. I mean, the voices all just kind of bleed together, you know? It's just one big mess of sound." Claire replied truthfully, before a smile crossed her face, "So what was the problem, did she screamed too loudly or not loudly enough?"
The events of last night flashed in Faith's eyes, "None of your fucking business you walking fuck hole, now bend the fuck over!"
Quickly doing as she was told Claire turned around so she was facing the wall, the former cheerleader quickly pushing her orange prison bottoms down far enough to expose her pantie-less ass, those ugly bottoms falling around Claire's ankles as her bottom was exposed to the horny Slayer, the blonde placing her hands against the wall and sticking her ass out and presenting it to the woman who was about to violate it.
Claire practically quivered in anticipation as she felt the tip of that huge strap on, still wet with the anal juices of other sluts, pressing against her virgin tight back door, the former cheerleader crying out with joy as her butt hole was unceremoniously busted open with the dildo quickly forcing its way inside.
Some tops like to take their time opening an ass up with their fingers which were normally covered in either spit or lube, others like to give long drawn out rim jobs, others enjoyed making bitches and sluts prepare each other's back holes for penetration. Then there were tops like Faith who's idea of lube was giving her latest piece of ass a heads up that they were about to get their ass destroyed.
Of course Claire had been looking for Faith because she wanted to feel that exquisite agony of her dry, virgin tight ass hole being torn apart by an obscenely big dildo, the monster then bullying its way through her bowels for the type of violent rectum wrecking, Faith was famous for and the brunette didn't disappoint.
After smirking at just how willingly and easily the slut took the head of her cock up her ass Faith slammed her strap on through Claire's back door in one thrust and then she delivered a series of quick hard thrust to force the rest of the dildo into the former cheerleader's rear.
Seeing that every inch was now inside Claire's ass put another smirk on the Dark Slayer's face before she began violating the slut's worthless shit hole with every ounce of her strength, the butt busting top continuing to smirk as the fuck hole on legs began whimpering and moaning with pure joy no matter how hard she slammed her shit hole.
Sluts and bitches like this had no self-respect for themselves. It was a mixture of sad, funny and pathetic which Faith found so intoxicating. Oh how she loved to reduce other women to this... moaning, groaning, whimpering whores... nothing but willing orifices for whatever she chose to do to them. Of course, Faith was thinking about doing this the one woman in particular.
In Faith's mind she was taking her revenge for last night right fucking now, that little nothing Willow Rosenberg bent over with her face pressed against the wall, crying and begging for mercy as Faith savagely slammed her ass and turned her into her bitch just like she should have done last night and just like she would do tonight.
While the Slayer's mind was far away from the present moment Claire was basking in it. The pain, it was so wonderful. Her back passage was being stretched wider than ever before and with a force that brought tears of joy and agony to Claire's eyes as the pain consumed her.
For a brief time Claire had been unable to feel pain thanks to a malfunction in her powers, at which point the cheerleader, who had been self mutilating her body for quite awhile, realise just how much she missed it. The prison dulled her powers enough so she could feel pain again, but so far every injury she had received she had recovered from, however in a much longer amount of time then she used too. The result was mostly a happy middle, although she was less eager to try jumping off high places and the like just in case. After all Claire used to feel like a freak, she didn't know her place in the world and she was borderline suicidal, but here she had found her place in life and had never been happier.
She was an anal slut. An ass hole on legs. Something that existed for the sole purpose of taking huge objects into her rectum and the bigger the better. This was a role Claire was perfect for. Her self healing body could wash away any discomfort from having her ass stretched, allowing her not only to adjust but begin to love being butt fucked faster than any other slut or bitch in the prison, a fact which again was proven true as sooner than naturally possible the exquisite agony faded and was replaced by the most amazing pleasure in the world, the type of pleasure that in Claire's experience could only come from being fucked up the ass, the cheerleader beginning to moan in pure ecstasy as her sodomising continued.
"That's right you worthless piece of ass! Fucking moan for me! Tell me how much you love me fucking this cock depository you fucking call an ass hole you stupid piece of shit!" Faith snarled, pulling back on Claire's hair and then smashing her face against the wall again.
"I oooohhhhh fuck, I, I fucking love it! Oh, ohhhhhh, oh, fuck me, please Faith, fuck me! MMMMMMM, no one fucks me like you do Faith. You're the fucking best." Claire panted, knowing what the Slayer wanted to hear from experience, "Your cock feels so good in my ass. I love it. I love you fucking me. Mmmmmm, I love your big dick ooooooohhhhh, I love big dick in my ass..."
"What the fuck did you just say you fucking whore?" Faith screamed, grabbing Claire by the hair and pulling her head back so much it feels as if she was being bent like a bowstring.
"W.. wh... what..." Claire struggled to gasp out.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Faith repeated.
"I... I love your big dick... I love your big dick in my ass." Claire replied.
"No, you said I love big dick in my ass. Where the fuck did you hear that? Was it last night? Tell me or I'll fucking snap you like a twig!" Faith spat.
"Last night... I, I don't know what you're talking about." Claire whimpered. Despite her abilities and her love of pain Faith was beginning to scare her. When the Slayer glared at her with one of her looks which really was a death stare Claire added, "I... I swear I was just telling you how much I loved your dick."
Faith leaned in, "You better, because if you're lying and I find out I swear I'm going to find a way to permanently mutilate that pretty face and butt of yours and then no one will want to ass fuck you."
With that Faith let go of Claire's hair and her head fell forwards, the former cheerleader's face smashing into the wall again, the poor girl crying out, not from the pain but from the agonising thought of no one wanting to ass fuck her.
Ass fucking was her life. It was her life's purpose. Her reason for being. She couldn't live without it. She wouldn't live without it, not after knowing the joy of an ass full of dildo.
Claire remembered her first night in prison, screaming in ecstasy as Faith fucked her ass until her bowels turn to jelly, Claire being overwhelmed by sensations she couldn't even comprehend, the Slayer redefining her understanding of pleasure over, and over, and over. For opening her eyes, and her ass hole, to the joys of anal sex Claire would always be a little bit in love with Faith Lehane, but after less than a week of nearly non-stop rectum wrecking the brunette had started pimping the former cheerleader's ass hole out to every top in the prison, sometimes for as little as a single cigarette just so Faith could smoke it in her face and tell her she liked the cigarette better because it wasn't such a whiny, clingy bitch. Not two weeks into her incarceration Claire was kicked out on her ass by which point all the tops had fucked her at least once so no one wanted her as a bitch.
Considering their past Claire supposed she should hate Faith but really the Slayer had done her a favour. As a slut she was constantly getting bent over and anally drilled, the blonde teen rapidly becoming one of the most popular sluts in prison thanks to her abilities which made her ass hole returned to virgin tightness only an hour after it had been fucked as opposed to 20 hours, only occasionally a little longer when her rectum had been raided by one of the prisoners biggest butt busting tops, of which Faith wasn't just a card-carrying member, she was the butt buster who put all other butt busters to shame, and that was the real reason Claire could never hate the Dark Slayer. She just ass fucked her so good.
As if on cue Faith suddenly seemed to kick into overdrive, the Slayer brutalising Claire's ass with a force which might have landed her in jail for attempted murder if she wasn't already there. It did feel as if the cock might skewer Claire all the way through her body considering the way it was moving and its size. Claire remembered Faith having a collection of strap on cocks ranging from big to massive but this seemed to be obscenely big, that cock stretching the former cheerleader like never before much to her tremendous joy, the anal assault of the monster prick slamming her towards the edge of orgasm and then slamming her over it in what felt like no time whatsoever.
"That's it, scream like a whore for me! Scream for me like the fucking whore you are!" Faith yelled in Claire's ear as the blonde teen's shit hole clenched and spasmed around her cock as the rest of the former cheerleader's body shook violently and her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
Claire's condition had caused some of the prison doctors to experiment on her out of curiosity and one of them, a doctor who the others simply called Thirteen, had informed Claire that while Amy's magic enhanced the sweet spots in women's ass holes Claire's were the most sensitive she had ever come across, a condition they could only assume was a result of Claire's ass hole already being really sensitive before going through the spell leaving her ass hole supersensitive. What this meant was that not only would Claire find anal fucking more enjoyable than pussy fucking but the chances of her multi-climaxing were almost 100% when it came to back door action, a theory which had been proven correct time and time again, with this time being no exception.
Normally Faith got an incredible kick out of making a bitch or a slut cum from being fucked up the ass. It was one of her greatest joys in life, something she savoured every second of while taunting the peace of ass every step of the way. Hell, by now she would have normally gone off into at least a handful of rants about how this ass was made for fucking, how her victim was a worthless shit hole, a walking cock depository to be used and abused, etc. But she couldn't seem to think up anything, fuck, she couldn't even focus on ass fucking this slut because her mind was somewhere else entirely as it had been throughout the entire morning.
Every time she fucked some slut's ass Faith was haunted by what had happened last night. She tried to imagine it was Willow beneath her, that it was Willow's ass hole stretching obscenely, that her huge dick was ruining Willow's ass and the redhead was begging for mercy which Faith was never, ever going to show her. Sure the sluts rarely begged but Faith wasn't focused on them, desperately trying to keep the idea in her own mind of Willow weeping pathetically as she anally raped her, but as with every other time these thoughts were interrupted by other less welcoming thoughts, like was that how Faith's ass hole looked when Willow was stretching it out, had the Dark Slayer whimpered like such a bitch as she went through the most humiliating experience of her life, was the slut feeling something similar to what Faith had felt when Willow had used her magic to force the brunette to enjoy getting her ass stuffed, etc.
It was a fucking crime. It had been the worst experience of Faith's life, which covered a lot of fucking ground including getting fucking gutted and betrayed by just about everybody she'd ever fucking known. Even her fucking strap on had betrayed her, the thing she most valued in this fucking shit hole rammed up her own ass, and it didn't fucking matter that it was a dead witch walking doing it, Faith would never be able to use her favourite strap on again. She had so many fond memories of gaping whores with that toy and yet she had broken it in half at the moment she was free from that fucking puppet spell, grabbed some cigarettes and use them to buy the biggest strap on she could find, intending to shove every inch up Red's ass in revenge for what had happened last night, the Slayer becoming more comfortable with the bigger cock with every fuck. It was a little too bulky which reduced her speed but she wasn't looking to maximise her own enjoyment, she was looking to completely and utterly destroy a certain redhead's ass hole, the enraged brunette using the worthless sluts in the prison to practise doing just that.
There was nothing Faith liked doing more than stretching out some skank's shit pipe until it was a loose, gaping mess, but it was like that fucking witch had taken the magic out of it so to speak. It was like, she loved this, but she wasn't loving this as much as she used to, which could only be a result of thinking about last night. Faith had to believe if she fucked enough slut ass eventually she would forget the horror of last night and be able to concentrate on the revenge she would take out on the witch's ass tonight, her visions of what she was doing to Willow not simply a fantasy but a vision of the inevitable future.
As before with the other sluts it was Faith's desire to focus on the inevitable future which caused her to go into overdrive and make the latest piece of ass she was butt fucking cum. Also like before the orgasms the sluts received as she relentlessly wrecked their rectums left her feeling jealous of the pleasure they were experiencing rather than proud that she had reduced them to cumming from being anally violated, a feeling Faith neither understood nor wanted too. It was even worse with Claire who seemed to cum like a rocket for ten solid minutes while Faith desperately tried to concentrate on cumming from thinking about getting her revenge on the redhead as opposed to what had happened last night, something that had happened once too often already this morning.
Finally Faith reached her release thinking about Willow's ass hole gaping so wide you could stick a pair of fists up their and not touch the sides, but as she crashed over the edge her mind switched of its own accord to a vision of her own ass hole gaping so wide you could stick a pair of fists up their and not touch the sides.
Screaming out in rage and frustration Faith smashed her fist into the wall besides Claire's head, breaking through momentarily only for the prison's magic to kick in so that the wall automatically healed itself, the only evidence left of the fucking being Claire's obscenely gaping ass when Faith pulled out.
It didn't look like you could fit two but a single fist might be able to be forced into that stretched hole, the thought only reminding Faith of her inner turmoil as she turned and left, still unsatisfied. She needed more slut ass to gape.
*
Elle Bishop's feet crunched on the walkway, sending such a satisfying echo down the corridor that she was almost tempted to turn around and march back, like a Guardsman outside Buckingham Palace. It was only the fact that her mentor Tracy Strauss was walking beside her that stopped her; Tracy looked so stern and professional Elle had a feeling that she wouldn't appreciate the new prison guard strutting up and down like she was in some Monty Python sketch. Instead Elle concentrated on walking slowly, but heavily, letting the prisoners know who was in charge. Her boots heavily banged against the metal of the walkway, the hard rubber heels giving a satisfying thud.
A few of the prisoners were hanging round the corridor, trying to act casual, though even a new guard such as Elle could tell they weren't there by accident. As the guards had approached their demeanour had changed from rigid attention to hands in pockets and their expressions from aghast interest to feigned boredom. A wail came from the cell they were outside, to Elle it seemed like the screamer was somewhere between pain and pleasure; and that she didn't know which.
There was a second scream, perhaps more pleasurable than the first, or perhaps not, Elle still wasn't sure. But even before the scream died out there was another voice from inside the cell, "I said take it cunt. Fuckin' cum you whore, I'm as horny as a damned rabbit and there's a fucking queue of cunts who need to be fucked."
It didn't look like anything that the guards needed to interfere in. Except, as Lilah had explained, you needed to remind the scum who were the bosses. Tracy was already elbowing the prisoners aside, pushing her way through. Elle brought her truncheon heavily down in her palm, the crack echoing menacingly down the corridor. The prisoners parted for her like the Red Sea for Moses and Elle stood beside Tracy, beside the open cell door.
Spread-eagled on the floor was an attractive young redhead, her orange prison jump-suit almost down to her knees. Her fingers were scraping at the floor, failing to gain any traction. On top of her was a younger brunette slamming a dildo down the other woman's ass that the redhead was literally being shoved across the floor. The redhead howled again, her fingers clenching into fists as she beat the floor. Elle still wasn't sure whether it was pleasure or pain which was driving the redhead's screams, the way the other woman was thrusting into her it could have been either. Or both.
"The one on top, that's Faith," Tracy nudged Elle's arm, "She reckons she's a hardass, and none of the other tops want to put that to the test."
"She is really giving the slut a going over," replied Elle. She'd been in the jail long enough to work out that tops didn't go for other tops bitches and she was pretty sure from what Faith was saying the bottom she was slamming wasn't Faith's.
Tracy shrugged and gestured with her head to a cross-looking woman standing in the corner of the cell, her arms folded and her foot tapping impatiently, "Zoey's not a slut, she's Cybil's bitch," Tracy gave a thin smile, "I told you, Faith's a hardass and if she decides to fuck a bitch, well no-one's argued with her yet. Or at least argued with her and remained a top..."
"That's it you worthless slut! Scream for me! Scream for me so your fat assed Mommy can hear how good I'm fucking your slut ass!" Faith screamed, smacking the redhead's already bruised butt.
"Her mother is here?" Elle asked softly, looking around.
"Cybil." Tracy indicated.
It took a few seconds for Elle to realise what the other woman meant, and then her eyes went wide, "Her daughter is her bitch!"
"It's pretty common around here." Tracy grinned, "Probably something to do with Amy's magic. The women around here just can't keep their hands off each other, even if their family. That's why we've got so many mother-daughter and sister-sister couples."
"Come on slut, tell your Mommy how good I fuck you!" Faith spat.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, I, ooooooohhhhhhh, I, I, I love how she fucks me Mommy. Oooooohhhhh, Faith fucks my ass so goooooodddddd!" Zoey squealed.
She'd seen a lot of things, but Elle had never seen a mother jealous that someone else was fucking their daughter when she wanted to be the one fucking her.
"Aaaaarrghhhhhh," the squeal from the redhead was unmistakably the sound of someone cumming loudly and passionately, "Aaaaarrrrghhhhhhh."
Elle looked at the bitch's owner, standing in the corner. The woman could barely keep her anger in check and Elle felt a moment of pity for Zoey. Her top would be taking out that anger on her as soon as Faith had gone. Still, Elle thought, her sympathy not lasting long, you weren't in here unless you crossed Amy and if you crossed Amy, well you deserved all you got.
Faith stood up, the dildo slipping out with a slurping noise. The brunette wiped her brow free from the sweat which had built up and leant over to crack Zoey's ass. The cheek wobbled as the hand slammed into ass and the redhead gave another squeal as a red palm print was embed in the flesh next to her open asshole. Faith looked at Cybil and winked, "She's all yours."
Cybil forced a smile and for the benefit of the crowd outside said, "No problem, Faith, as I said Zoey needed some new cock. Good you were able to help."
It didn't fool Elle, and if didn't fool a new guard, well it wasn't going to convince the hard-bitten cons hanging round the cell. Cybil was going to have to pull out all the stops if she didn't want to slip down the hierarchy to become someone's bitch. And the way Faith had just used Zoey, the girl was heading to slut status quickly.
Faith gave a knowing smirk, "Sure," she said without elaborating whether she was playing along or exposing the other woman's statement as a lie.
The brunette turned to leave, her exit blocked by Elle and Tracy standing in the doorway. The Dark Slayer paused, her eyes flashed dangerously for a second and Elle almost stepped away. But Tracy was standing still, her only movement a slight touch of the top of the truncheon. It was good to remind the prisoners, especially hardasses like Faith, that however much they thought they ruled there were others above them, who they shouldn't mess with. For a few seconds no-one moved, as Faith seemed to consider whether the punishment she'd get would outweigh the satisfaction of beating down a couple of guards.
Evidently she decided it would as she suddenly flicked on a charming and gracious smile, "Excuse me."
Tracy stayed still for another couple of seconds, a final reminder to the brunette of who was the boss, before she returned the smile, though the guards grin was tight and cold, "As you asked so nicely Faith."
She stepped aside and gratefully Elle followed her. Faith walked through the gap they'd left, a smirk on her face which might have been seen as mutinous, or perhaps not; it was hard to tell. The gaggle of prisoners who had been watching her performance, pushed themselves against the wall, unwilling to impede the Slayer's progress as she sauntered down the corridor. Her eyes flicked from side to side, sometimes resting on one of the women as she sought out a new fuck.
Tracy and Elle left the cell and watched her go. The cell's door slammed behind them. Inside Elle could hear squeals of pain and fear as Cybil worked out her frustration on her bitch; that was one girl who's ass was going to be a long time a healing, even with the magical properties of Gehanna.
Faith went down some stairs and out of sight, her followers trooping after her like a bunch of groupies. Elle turned to Tracy, "Should we follow her? Make sure she doesn't do anything."
"Why?" Tracy asked.
"Well... she seems pissed-off." Elle pointed out.
Tracy shook her head, "Na, she just gets like this sometimes. One moment she's fine, the next she's busting ass after ass wide open just for shits and giggles. Let her - as long as she's not causing trouble to us she can fuck who she wants; she's a big girl."
Tracy made the world-wide sign of large tits, to show what she meant and Elle laughed. The two of them carried on down the corridor, in the opposite direction from Faith. Elle thrilling to the sound of her heels on the floor; so powerful, so controlling, so loud.
Suddenly Tracy stopped, so quickly that Elle almost tripped over her. The more experienced guard let out a whistle. Elle could see why and she almost pursed her lips and blew herself. In front of them, on her hands and knees, was the self-healing cheerleader and prison slut, Claire Bennet. Her suit was round her knees, her hair in disarray and every inch of her seem to be covered in a thick layer of sweat. But what really impressed Elle, and she guessed from the way Tracy whistled, was the teen's wide open butt. It wasn't just open, it was gaping, it was so wide if the guards had wanted they could have shoved an oversized melon up it and feasted on it. And this was Claire Bennet, who had self-healing powers, which together with Gehanna's own magic meant that the cheerleader normally had an ass so tight that it would have made a Sunday School teacher proud.
"Claire." Elle said softly in amazement.
"You know that piece of meat?" Tracy asked.
"Yeah, she's the daughter of someone I used to work with. Back in my old job my first assignment was to pretty much stalk her. I remember hating her because she was so perfect." Elle said, a grin slowly crossing her face, "Not so perfect now."
"I don't know, I'd say she's the perfect little slut whore." Tracy grinned, walking up and nudging Claire with the tip of her boot. The young teen turned, for the first time aware she wasn't alone. Tracy gestured at her open ass, "You get a good ass-fucking Bennet? Faith?"
"Yes, Miss Strauss," simpered the blonde.
"Yes, you got a good ass-fucking? Or yes, it was Faith?" Tracy prodded Claire again with the toe of her boot.
"Yes, both, Miss Strauss," responded Claire. She started to stand up, but Tracy moved her foot to the small of the teen's back and pushed her back into position.
Still balancing a foot on Claire's back, Tracy turned to Elle, her normally stern features cracked into a smile, "Bennet's a slut, aren't you Bennet?" Claire nodded as Tracy continued, "She's just a fucking hole on legs and by that I mean a hole meant for fucking. Anyone wants her anyone takes her. And the great thing about Bennet is she doesn't whine about it... in fact she loves getting her asshole gaped, loves it like the cheap anal whore she is."
Claire nodded, not disagreeing with anything the guard said. Tracy stepped off the ex-cheerleader's back and looked at her watch, "Yeah, got time," she said to herself before looking at Elle, "Anyone told you the perks?"
"No," replied Elle.
There was no immediate answer from the other guard, instead Tracy raised her arm and slapped Claire's ass so hard that the teen wobbled. Tracy grinned and looked at Elle again, "You get slut ass, whenever you want it... And I want it now."
Tracy took off her main truncheon and lent it against the wall. On the other side of the belt was a smaller truncheon, which Elle hadn't seen a use for, indeed she hadn't even unclipped hers, leaving it nestling in its holster. As Tracey pulled it out Elle realised her mistake, what she had thought was truncheon wasn't a truncheon at all, but a ten inch dildo. And not just a normal dildo, but one that could be screwed into the front of the uniform, so that it dangled like a real cock between the guard's legs.
"Okay, slut," ordered Tracy, "Raise that ass."
Not only did Claire raise her ass, she wiggled it invitingly. Tracy nodded at Elle, "Now this is worth coming to work for."
Even as she spoke she delivered another stinging slap across the naked buttocks. Claire gave a squeal, but it was more surprise than anything, as a slut Claire was used to being mistreated and didn't expect anything else. Tracy moved closer to the teen, so that her strap-on was resting on Claire's back. She slowly rocked, pushing the toy over the teenager's skin, so that the ridges brushed across her. Claire gave a purr of pleasure, it would be better inside her, but she knew that would be coming quick.
"Who's a dirty ass on legs?" asked Tracy, as she teased the younger woman.
"I am, I am," squealed Claire, "I'm a slut ass whore."
"Except we get it for free, don't we cunt?" laughed Tracy. She rubbed the toy up the cheerleader's back, running it over the spine, so that the ridges of the toy seemed to click between the vertebrae.
"Yes, my ass is anyone's. Please Guard Strauss," pleaded the blonde teen.
"They've no self-respect," Tracy grinned and turned to Elle, "Sluts are just pieces of meat, you want one, you take one."
Without saying anything else she took the strap-on in one hand and slammed it into the waiting butt. The asshole had been so opened by Faith that the toy slid down like ice melting in a heat-wave.
Claire gave a squeal as the toy hurtled all the way in, its trajectory only stopped as Tracy's thighs banged into the teenager's buttocks, with such force that it sounded like a gunshot. Tracy reached round and gripped the cheerleader's waist, holding on tight as if she was a cowboy at the rodeo. Again she rose and slammed her dildo down the open and ready asshole.
"Aaaarrrggghhh, that's good. Fuck my ass, please fuck it hard," Claire squealed as the toy rammed in and out. Her head dropped as if neck had become rubber, and her hands gave way so she was face down on the corridor. Still Tracy continued to brutally fuck the well-used ass, ramming her cock down as far as she could manage. And it wasn't just depth that was making the cheerleader scream and squirm in pleasure, but force and speed. It felt like pneumatic drill was being shoved down her hole, breaking her insides into a jellied mess. Harder and harder Tracy hit, each thrust pushing back the walls of Claire's ass and opening the hole wider and wider, "OOOhhhhhhhhhh, I'm a fucking asshole on legs, fuck me, fuck like I'm a shitty whore who needs to be fucked."
This wasn't the first time Guard Strauss had taken Claire's ass so the former cheerleader had known she would be in for a treat. Unfortunately while this was the kind of rectum wrecking that could quite literally do just that without the special healing powers of Gehanna it was still just a desert compared with the gourmet first meal which had been Faith's butt fucking. It was however, the finest desert one could have, Tracy's ram raiding quite the little additional treat which threatened to bring Claire to yet another climax already.
Sweat was dripping from Tracy, sliding down her rubber and leather outfit and over her skin. Her hair was sticking to her brow as she enthusiastically slammed the teen. Each thrust was sending waves of pleasure crashing through Claire like she was a sandy beach at high tide. Her own body was covered with a liquid sheen of perspiration, mixed with the cum that dripped from hers and Tracy's cunt. Her body was a mass of pleasure, "Aaarrghhh, uuurrrgghhhh, fuck me harder, fuck me haaaarrrddddeeeerrrrr...."
The last words of the sentence disintegrated into an indecipherable yowl of pleasure as the orgasm exploded like Vesuvius. Lava streams of sexual ecstasy rushed through her. It was like a drug she couldn't get enough off, a dose of heroin which was so powerful that everything else was worthwhile, the pain, the humiliation, the constant fear. Claire opened her mouth and shrieked "Aaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh, yessssss, yessssss, yessssssss."
Shortly after Claire came the clit stimulator inside the strap-on did its job and Tracy came in an extremely satisfying climax, the guard lazily pulling out her toy and stepping beside Elle to admire her handiwork. Claire was moaning softly, her eyes still glazed from the shock of the orgasm and her skin red as the blood rushed through her body like it was a motor race. But it was her ass that drew the eyes of the two guards, it had been gaping before, but now it was even larger, a dark red rimmed crater. If Elle hadn't known better she'd have said it was wrecked for life it was so open.
Tracy gave her a nudge, "You want a go?"
Elle looked at the ruined asshole lying in front of her. She licked her lips; her pay was shit, the hours long and the environment either long metal corridors or stinking hot desert so why not take a perk or two. And why else had she become a guard if it wasn't to be able to dominate those who got themselves in here. She grinned and nodded, "Of course."
She pulled out her dildo/truncheon, it was the same length and design as Tracy's, though of a different colour. The other guard stepped next to her, the dildo still dangling between her legs. Tracy took Elle's toy in her hand and pulled back a flap of material on the younger guard's uniform. A strap was revealed, with a screw based to click the dildo in; "Let me," grinned Tracy and expertedly fitted the toy in place.
Elle looked down at the ten inches of rubber between her legs and smiled. She'd taken more than one girlfriend anally before, in fact she only dated girls who took it up the ass, however reluctantly. But she'd never used such a large cock, nor been the third woman into a battered open ass. If this was a typical working day, well, this would qualify as a dream job. Gripping her toy, Elle moved behind Claire. The blonde ex-cheerleader could hear her coming and with effort forced up her battered ass for Elle's delectation. The guard looked down, the hole was so open she could see deep inside, the redness of the bowels, bruised and battered by the previous occupants of Claire's ass. The guard grinned, "So cheerleader, looks like it's your lucky day, three cocks up your ass and it isn't even lunch. What do you say?"
"I'm a very lucky slut, Miss..." Claire trailed off as she didn't recognise the new guard and wasn't sure what to call her.
Luckily Tracy saw the problem, "Call her Miss Bishop, you slut," she ordered.
Claire nodded, "I'm a very lucky slut, Miss Bishop, to get my ass filled again. And you look like you'll give me a real rectum rammer."
Elle grinned and turned to Tracy, "My she's so sweet and submissive."
Tracy smiled back, "She's one of the sluts, they're all submissive; that's why they are sluts."
Elle turned back to the cheerleader, "I'd say I was going to open your ass, but well its too late to say that. So what I'm going to tell you is I'm going to fuck it so hard my strap-on will be coming out your throat."
There was a whinny of anticipation from the cheerleader. She lay her chin on her hands and lifted her ass, give it a wiggle for Elle, "Yes, Miss Bishop. I'm a slut, fuck me."
Ha, if only Daddy could see his precious little Claire-bear now Elle thought to herself as she pushed her fake dick into the stretched hole. Elle couldn't believe how easily the cock moved in. Normally there was some resistance, both from the friction of the rubber against the chute walls and from the recipient pushing against a foreign object being shoved down their most intimate hole. But the cheerleader's asshole was so open that it was like sliding a hot knife through butter and even better she had no psychological hang-ups about taking it up the bottom. If Claire said she wanted her ass-fucked she wasn't just saying that because she thought it was what the guard wanted to here, she really did want her poop-chute stretched like it was a piece of twangy rubber. And whilst Elle couldn't really have given a fuck whether Claire enjoyed it or not, it did make it a bit easier that she didn't have to hold the blonde in place.
"Take it all you slut," Elle said, unnecessarily as Claire was lifting her ass so that her cheeks were greeting the guards thighs, the cock moved in as deep as it could go. And if that wasn't quiet coming out Claire's throat, it was still damned deep.
"Oh fuck my ass, fuck it hard," squeaked Claire. She was so open the cock was rattling around her ass like coins in a charity bucket. But luckily the previous ass-fuckings had left her anal g-spot throbbing with sensitivity. It hardly needed to be touched for marvellous rushes of excitement to fill her. The orgasmic surges ground together to form one delicious rush, which got more and more powerful, but which Elle seemed to take great delight in never quiet finishing.
No matter how hard Claire begged she continued to be denied an orgasm, the whole time amazed just how skilled the new guard was at the art of butt banging. The ex-cheerleader was definitely going to be having to 'accidentally' bump into this new guard a lot.
Elle paused again, to allow Claire's pre-cum excitement to reduce a little, before beginning to ram her again. It was more enjoyable if Claire didn't cum yet, she wanted the teen to be internally begging for it, gasping even louder for pleasure. The guard hammered home, her thighs cracking into the teen's butt cheeks like a hammer on a nail and driving the dildo into the teen's ass like said nail was being hammered into balsa wood, "Scream you anal slut, scream for me..." ordered Elle.
"Aaaarrrgghhh, aaaaaarrrghhhh," squealed Claire. The strap-on was pounded home, deep and delicious, fast and ferocious, rapacious and ruthless. The cheerleaders titties bounced as her body was shattered by the thrusting she was getting. Sweat dripped from her, sliding down in torrents, droplets spitting onto the floor, which was already soaked was the cum spilling from Claire's cunt, "Aaaaaarrrrghhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh."
Then she came. Juice shot out of her pussy like a hose pipe which someone had just taken their foot of. It bounced against the floor, creating a puddle of cum. Claire didn't notice, all she could notice was the explosions which were ripping her apart leaving her insides a morass of tangled nerve-ending and spitting veins, "Aaaaaarrrgghhhh, aaaaaiiiiieeeeee, I..... I..... Oh..... myyyyyy....." the anal slut spluttered incoherently.
Almost at the same time Elle's eyelids fluttered and she came in an orgasm which although wasn't quite as powerful as Claire's was just as powerful as Tracy's, the new guard halting the butt pounding immediately so she could concentrate on her own pleasure. Once the moment passed Elle blew out a breath of exhaustion and made to start to pull out. She was stopped as Tracy came to stand beside her and put a hand on her arm.
"You know, Elle," said Tracy, "I think we've opened that ass enough to fit in two, what do you think?"
Elle looked down, there seemed plenty of space round her dildo, but she wasn't sure whether it would fit a second and if it did it would be so tight a squeeze that Claire's ass would hurt like red-hot pokers had been rammed up it. Still there was one way to find out, "I guess it's wide enough we can have a shot..." Elle replied.
Claire looked shocked. Elle guessed that whilst she was anal slut this would be her first time to have two strap-ons in her ass. Well, it would be useful for Claire's future education to see whether she could fit them, it would certainly give her a unique selling point for the prison's tops. Elle patted the teen's ass, "You think you can take two cocks, cheerleader?"
It was Tracy who replied, "Sure she can, can't you Bennet?"
It was a tone which suggested Claire better not even think about disagreeing. The blonde cheerleader swallowed her misgivings and gave a smile and nod, "I'm a slut, Miss Bishop, I can take two."
"See," grinned Tracy. She stood over Claire, facing Elle and began to lower herself down. Elle took her colleague's dildo in her hand and guided it in the hole, beside her own. The tip was relatively easy, it pushed against Elle's dildo and the walls, but it went it. Tracy continued to slowly push down, but the deeper she went the more resistance there was. The strain was showing on Claire's face as her ass was opened way beyond its natural limits. But Tracy wasn't taking any notice, she continued to shove the dildo in, "See," she repeated with a grunt.
The toy was about half-way down Claire's butt and the going was getting harder. It slowly ground to halt, Tracy unable to push any more. Elle began to rock herself back and forth, catching the ridges of her friend's dildo in her own and adding her strength, "That's it," Elle agreed as the toy began to slowly move in again.
"AAAiiiieeeeee," Claire couldn't help, but scream. It was, as Elle had predicted, like having red-hot pokers shoved up her ass. But, as Tracy had predicted, she could take two. It was a squeeze and her asshole was being so opened it was like a cavern, but there were two cocks in her ass. Even the slightest movement brought both a dizzying orgasmic rush and a stab of agony. However you couldn't have one without the other and so Claire took the pain without complaint; not that the two guards would have listened even if she had.
Tracy began to move up and down on her haunches, drilling the toy deep into the teen's ass, scraping along both Claire's walls and Elle's toy; "Told you she'd take it," she smirked.
"I didn't doubt you," grinned Elle back. She moved slowly, trying to synchronise her own thrusts with Tracy, as they double-fucked the blonde teen into oblivion. There was something so kinky and domineering about sharing an ass-hole, which made it even more fun than just normal butt-fucking. Elle was hopeful that this wouldn't be a once in a lifetime experience and she'd be double fucking sluts all over Gehanna, "She's certainly supple," Elle concluded.
Claire wasn't sure whether she wanted the ass-reaming to end or not. On the negative side it felt like she was about to pop and her ass hurt so much she didn't feel she'd be able to sit down ever again. On the positive side the orgasms were both mind-blowing and almost non-stop, she was continually cumming, her body quivering and shaking as they rushed through. She howled louder as a particularly intense orgasm raced through her, shredding her brain and exploding like an artillery barrage. She shrieked louder and louder, like a siren on a continuos alert.
Pounding into the former cheerleader's completely destroyed ass the two guards both came, but this time instead of enjoying the one climax they continued battering Claire's butt so they could get more pleasure out of using the slut's shit hole, the two dominating blondes being rewarded with climax after climax as they continued double anal fucking the submissive blonde who was nothing but a piece of meat to them.
All things, good and bad, come to an end. Claire gave a final cry of lust, mixed with frustration as the two guards pulled out of her ass. Then with a moan she dropped to the floor as her legs realised they know had to support her and they could turn to their liquidfied jelly state. Her ass was aching, but with waves of pleasure still flooding it. She guessed it must be so open that you'd be able to stick your head up it and yodel.
Tracy reached down and pulled Claire up by her hair, "Okay slut, start sucking..."
Elle grinned and added, "We've got a kit inspection after lunch and we don't want to present dirty dildos do we."
Claire opened her mouth and placed her lips round Tracy's strap-on, allowing the guard to slowly shove the entire monstrosity down her gullet, sucking it with increasing eagerness as the taste of her own ass rekindled her lust a bit, although the main reason she started giving that fake cock such a passionate blow job before doing the same to the other dildo was that she was desperately hoping for another round of double anal fun.
*
Dawn's eyes stared, caught between shock and awe, as she passed a blonde kneeling in front of two guards. Her ass was gaping like so many girls Dawn and Buffy had already passed today, but this asshole seemingly the widest stretched yet, which was really saying something. Dawn didn't get a very detailed look however as she was being pulled along by her big sister who was clutching her hand so tightly Dawn thought she would crush it, but it was oddly comforting so she didn't ask her to let go. It wasn't like Dawn didn't understand why her older sibling was so on the edge, she was too.
While Dawn was still being amazed by the increasingly frightening scenes that the prison had to offer Buffy was concentrated on one thing, finding her best friend, her eyes darting around for the slightest hint of Willow's red hair, forcing herself to pass by screaming victim after screaming victim as it was almost impossible for her to tell which ones were in genuine peril and which ones were actually enjoying it. Normally the Slayer would have never ignored even a possible cry for help, but these were far from ordinary circumstances and her only concern now was Willow. And she told herself, there was simply too many too help, she wouldn't give in, but she would have to pick her fights.
*
"She isn't here." Dawn pointed out.
"I know." Buffy said bluntly, desperately thinking where the redhead might be. This was the third time they had searched the cafeteria and they had searched virtually everywhere else in the prison, which covered a lot of ground, so much so even the mighty Buffy the Vampire Slayer was winded while her baby sister was exhausted. After remaining silent for ages while leaning against the wall Dawn said, mostly to herself, "I hope Xander and Giles are alright."
"Xander and Giles! Xander and Giles don't even remember us Dawnie. Neither does any other guy we ever met." Buffy snaps, trying not to think about what her lack of her memory meant for the love of her life Angel who was still probably hopelessly wandering the streets, while her would be suitor Spike would be nothing but the merciless killer he was when she first met him, albeit a merciless killer who got splitting migraines whenever he tried to hurt anyone.
"I know. It doesn't mean I can't worry about them. Or miss them." Dawn sulked.
Buffy sighed, realising she had been harsh, "I'm sorry Dawnie, I miss them too, but they can't help us. Right now we need to worry about..."
"Willow!" Dawn exclaimed.
"Hey guys." Willow said cheerily, "Where have you been?" As soon as she'd finished speaking Willow was nearly suffocated as Buffy grabbed her in a tight hug which left the redhead breathless, followed by an almost equally rib breaking hug from Dawn, "I was waiting for you in your room?"
"Really, Buffy thought it would be a waste of time checking for you there after we only did it once." Dawn said bitterly, "Hey wait, where were you the first time?"
"Oh, I had some... things to do." Willow said, "You guys want to get something to eat?"
"Willow... are you... ok?" Buffy had thought how to delicately ask what happened last night and even after having so long to think about it that was the best she could come up with, which made the redhead roll her eyes.
"I'm fine... Faith didn't touch me." Willow whispered, "But... I don't want to talk about it, at least not here. Let's get something to eat, go back to your room and then we can... erm, we can talk."
Buffy frowned, but agreed, the three friends having lunch together while ignoring their surroundings before heading for the Summers sisters cell.
*
"Say something." Willow said. Her two friends had been staring at her for what felt like an eternity.
"You ass raped Faith." Buffy said in disbelief.
"No, I ass fucked her and made her my bitch." Willow corrected.
"What's the difference?" Buffy asked bitterly.
"The difference is she loved every moment of it." Willow said firmly, "She moaned for me Buffy. She moaned, and groaned, and whimpered, and then she came harder than I've ever seen anyone cum before. And you know why she did that? It's because she's a bitch now. My bitch. I think deep down she always wanted to be someone's bitch and this whole butt busting top thing is just a facade, a facade she won't need once I've got her housebroken and trained."
Silence fell and then Dawn asked, "What was it like?"
"Heaven." Willow said dreamily after a little pause, "Her ass... it was just so... tight. Feeling her cheeks against my thighs as I drilled that little hole she shits from... it was just... pure heaven. My bitch's ass is a dream and I can't wait to fuck it again."
"Listened to yourself Will. Don't you see what's happening here? It's Amy's magic. She turned every woman in Sunnydale into lesbians. We have to resist." Buffy said, before correcting herself when she saw the look on Willow's face, "You know what I mean. Amy's magic is trying to turn us into something we're not." Buffy protested before sighing, "We're good people Will. We don't go around fucking people in the ass and making them our bitches."
Willow scowled, "So what, I was supposed to let Faith fuck my ass instead?"
"No." Buffy said.
"Oh, so you want me to kill her?" Willow asked.
"No." Buffy said.
"So you're going to kill her instead?" Willow practically yelled.
Buffy paused and finally said, "If I have too."
"No, I will not let you get blood on your hands for her. You're better than that." Willow said.
"And you shouldn't be making someone your bitch even if it is Faith." Buffy snapped before sighing again, "She had a hard life and this place has obviously affected her."
"Oh boo-hoo." Willow snapped back, "Does her tough breaks excuse her trying to ass fuck me? No. Do they excuse her threatening to make me her bitch? No. Do they excuse her doing the same to you or Dawn? No. Do they excuse her from doing the same to who knows how many women? No. Oh, do they excuse her killing people in cold blood, betraying us, and trying to kill us all multiple times? No, no, and no! She needs an attitude adjustment. She's needed one for years, long before she ended up in here."
"So what, you're going to make her your bitch?" Buffy asked bitterly.
"Yes." Willow said without pausing, "It's what Faith deserves after everything she's done."
"Nobody deserves that." Buffy said softly.
"Faith does." Dawn said suddenly, surprising the other two women.
"Dawnie." Buffy began.
"No, I'm serious. Faith said she was going to rape Willow, and then me, and then you. She's done that to who knows how many women and if someone doesn't do something she'll do that to us." Dawn said, turning to look her sister in her eye, "Besides, she tried to kill you more than once. She deserves whatever she gets."
Buffy looked between her best friend and sister in disbelief.
"We don't have a better way of dealing with her." Willow pointed out again, "It's either her or us, and I'm not going to let her do anything to me or my friends. I'm making her my bitch to protect you both, with or without your support."
"How can you even do that Will? How can you be still using magic if Gehanna drains all our powers?" Buffy asked.
"Lilah was exaggerating. Gehanna doesn't drain powers completely." Willow explained, "I can still cast a spell, but only one at a time. From the way she throws her weight around I'm pretty sure Faith still has at least some of her slayer strength, maybe some healing as well, which means so do you, but you've been a Slayer so long you don't know the difference between some slayer strength and no slayer strength."
Again Buffy frowned, "Why would the prison drain most of our powers but not all of them?"
"I don't know." Willow answered honestly before adding, "Maybe it's for Amy's amusement, or for the amusement of whoever created this place. I mean think about it, we don't have enough power to break out of here so maybe the whole reason we still have some powers is because whoever's responsible for this place figures will end up using them on each other and that will, I don't know, make things more interesting."
"So what this whole thing is a sick game to somebody!" Buffy exclaimed angrily.
"Well, someone's watching." Willow said, looking out of the cell to one of the many security cameras she had seen scattered around the prison.
Following her friends gaze Buffy gritted her teeth, "Whoever is watching is going to pay."
There was silence and then Dawn asked, "So what now?"
Buffy reached over and stroked her distressed little sister's head comfortingly, "We'll stay here for a little while, rest, then maybe come up with a plan of how to get out of this hellhole." Continuing to occasionally stroke her sisters hair Buffy's mind raced of what to do about Faith. No matter how long and hard she thought she couldn't think of any alternative. Ultimately she asked herself who she'd rather be abused, her best friend or the psychopath threatening her life and the life of her sister and her best friend, "Willow." The redhead looked over at her best friend who didn't meet her eye, "If we can't get out of here... do what you have too."
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