The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

A/N: Lilly is Anne Steele from the homeless shelter in Angel and also the same character in Buffy Season 2 ‘Lie To Me’ where she played the female vampire worshipper.

10.

The dress clung to the Slayer’s sweaty curves as they strode the corridor, the Slayer a respectful two steps behind the other harem members, every one they passed in the busy corridors stopping to have a good laugh at the once mighty brunette. They’d just reached the glass doors leading out to the lunch area between the main block and the sports centre. “You girls! Stop there!”

Rhonda rolled her eyes at the bellow. “Oh god,” the brunette muttered, “it’s the troll.”

Heidi giggled as she turned to face Mr. Snyder, a carefully manufactured look of respect on her face. “Yes sir.”

“What are you two playing at?” Snyder shook his head as he glared at each Sunnydale High student in turn before looking towards Faith. “Don’t you know how to treat a pet? You,” Snyder glared at the sultry Bostonian, “get that dress off and down on your hands and knees.”

”Yes sir.” Faith quickly pulled the dress over her head, her firm round hooters eagerly bouncing loose, then dropped onto her hands and knees, titties dangling low and ass jutting provocatively high. The dark-eyed seductress moaned deep in her throat as she felt a studded collar being fastened around her neck.

”Here,” Snyder passed Heidi the collar’s leash, “that’s how you treat a pet.”

“Yes sir,” the blonde’s expression had changed from feigned respect to awe. “Are you a member of the harem, sir?”

“Of course not,” Snyder’s hand clapped down on Faith’s ass, pulling her cheek to one side as he gave her anus an impromptu inspection, the teacher peering into Faith’s pink bunghole, “you’ve given her a nice ass fucking I see. She always responds well to that.” Snyder released his grip and looked up at the two girls. “Ms. Summers and I merely have an arrangement about this bitch.” Snyder clapped his hands together. “Now what are you dawdling here for? Haven’t you somewhere to be?”

”Yes sir,” Rhonda turned to her and looked down as the Principal walked away, “wow, I never thought I’d see Snyder as hot.”

“Don’t know about that,” Heidi giggled, “but he knows how to treat this little bitch that’s for sure.” The blonde pulled on Faith’s leash. “Follow.”

Faith’s satin flesh pimpled as she crawled outside, her jugs swinging back and forth, and ass swaying seductively. For a few seconds the students massed in the lunch area continued their conversations, not noting the naked ingénue crawling through their midst. Then a shocked silence fell, everyone turning to leer at the brunette beauty, then the laughs, sneers, wolf-whistles, and catcalls began.

”Look at the jugs!”

“Oh my god, is she actually on a collar!”

“Whoa, that is one dirty little bitch!”

“What a tight ass!”

“Ha! Look at that fucking slut’s body!”

“This is some kinky shit!”

”She looks well-fuckable!”

The cries continued until they reached the gymnasium and entered the dimly lit girls’ changing room, Faith still dutifully crawling behind her owners, naked as a jaybird and a damn sight sexier. The room’s only occupant was sat on the room’s wooden benches, a blonde with pouty lips and limpid blue eyes. “Hey Lilly,” Rhonda said, “this is the bitch.”

“Oh god!” Lilly giggled. “Did you actually walk her across here naked and on a leash?”

“That was Mr. Synder’s idea,” Rhonda informed her with a laugh. “Lilly’s someone else Buffy helped out and saved from vampires last year, she was in a club worshipping them until Buffy saved her and took her home for Joyce. We’re leaving you here to serve her, there’s a good girl.”

Rhonda and Heidi backed out of the room, leaving the once-sassy Slayer on her hands and knees before the blonde. “You look like you’ve been a naughty girl,” Lilly commented.

”Yes Mistress Lilly,” Faith’s invisible brand on her lower back itched, confirming that like Marcie, Rhonda, and Heidi, Faith also belonged to Lilly.

“Well crawl across my knee and I’ll punish you.”

”Yes Mistress Lilly,” Faith nodded obediently before crawling across the tiled floor and onto the woman’s knee, her ass jutted upwards and legs pushed apart should her Mistress require access to her well-fucked pussy.

“Oh yes.” The brunette moaned as Lilly’s gentle fingers caressed her raised behind, tenderly stroking her unblemished ass flesh. “You definitely need punishing, it’s lucky I have my ruler.”

“Dirty whore!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Oh! Oh!” Faith wailed as the high school student’s steel ruler cracked against her naked ass. “I’ll be good!”

“Little tramp!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

”Yes! Yes!” Faith panted and writhed on the teen’s knee, her ass blazing under the ruler’s onslaught.

“Fat-titted bitch!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

“Aaaa!” Faith’s curved lips parted in a screech as the busty Bostonian wriggled around on Lilly’s skirted knee, every blow blistered her tight tush.

“Skank!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Owww! Owww!” Sweat poured off the Slayer’s curves as she took her pounding from Lilly’s angry arm.

“Cock-tease!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Aaaah!” Blood welts rose on Faith’s rounded behind. “Aaaaah!”

“Slut!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

”I’m sorrrrrrrrrrrry!” Faith screamed herself hoarse as her ass bounced under the pounding.

“Hussy!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Faith’s ass rippled and burnt under the continual attack.

“Harlot!” TWHACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

”Owww! Owww! Owww!” Faith wailed under continual ass-battering, her wobbling cheeks reddening until they were brighter than the sun.

All at once the ruler was dropped and the woman started squeezing, twisting, and rubbing Faith’s rounded behind as the Slayer sniffled and whined. “Now you’ve been taught your lesson, are you ready to clean up?”

Faith nodded wearily. “Yes Mistress Lilly.”

”Get in the shower then.”

“Yes Mistress Lilly.” Hands rubbing at her full globes, Faith hurried into the shower.

The sultry brunette moaned as she turned the shower on, its hot jets cascading over her, steam filling the shower as the water washed the sweat and dried cum from her curves, running down her silken flesh until it gleamed. Taking the soap, Faith soon covered herself in a lather, her aching muscles easing as the water’s warmth sunk into them.

“Clean me.” Faith looked to her left to see a now naked Lilly striding towards her, tits swaying as the blonde grabbed Faith’s hair and pulled the far more powerful girl into a possessive kiss that amply displayed her utter domination of the once-rebellious Slayer.

Faith obeyed immediately, eagerly lathering up her Mistress in the same way she washed Joyce and Buffy on a daily basis. A soapy lather was soon covering her Mistress, hot water hitting Lilly’s slippery skin, and sliding off the beautiful blonde’s curves. Finally Lilly pulled away, placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder and one on the back of her head. “I want you to kiss your way down to my pussy and get to work cleaning me with your mouth.”

”Yes,” Faith husked as the water continued to hit the two nude girls, beads rolling off their full-bodied frames and their soapy, slippery flesh. Lilly threw her head back and moaned as Faith licked at the soap rolling down her cleavage then took a nipple in her mouth and sucked the lather off it before starting to kiss her way down the blonde’s flat belly, every lip caress just barely touching the unblemished flat midsection yet more than enough to make it tremble seductively.

The hot water pounded down on Faith’s back as she knelt before her Mistress and began licking up and down the blonde’s puffy nether-lips, the in-charge blonde grunting happily as she rammed her crotch down onto Faith’s face, her long legs straddling the knelt Slayer’s head. “Oh yeah, yeah, that’s so good,” Lilly moaned as she dominated the busty Bostonian, every tender lick of her slit making the blonde twitch and writhe like a puppet on strings. “Oooooh, use that mouth you dirty, dirty girl.”

The blonde’s hands grabbed the Slayer’s pigtails and held Faith’s face in her crotch, driving her cunt up and down on the Slayer’s mouth. “Give it to me! More! More!”
Faith slavishly obeyed, her tongue lapping eagerly at the juices sopping out. “Oh, oh,” Lilly panted as Faith’s tongue lashed up and down, teasing the blonde’s labia as the water pounded on her back.

Lilly’s moans and grunts only increased as Faith stopped simply licking her cunny lips and started driving her tongue deep into the older teen’s pussy. “Yeah, yeah,” Lilly croaked, “that’s it, that’s it, right there.” Her hips jerked, crotch bouncing up and pounding Faith’s nose. “Do it! Do it!” The house-trained Slayer did every thing she could to get her Mistress off, licking, nibbling, poking, kissing at the twat gyrating all over her face. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” the blonde let out a wail as she came, juices drenching the curvy submissive in her love-liquids. Lilly looked down at Faith. “Amazing,” she hooked her fingers under Faith’s face and lifted up so she could look down in the brunette’s ebony eyes, “turn that off and join me in the locker room.”

“Yes Mistress.”

By the time Faith clambered out of the shower, the water still sliding down her dewy skin, Lilly had already towelled herself off and begun dressing. For a few seconds Lilly left Faith standing there shivering, the shower’s heat rapidly dissipating, her skin pimpling in the chill. “You don’t need to dry yourself, put that dress on as you are,” Lilly suddenly declared.

“Yes Mistress Lilly.” Faith slid the dress over her head and on, the material clinging to her wet curves like a second skin, its tightness and transparency ensuring nothing, not even the outline of her moist fuck channel, was hidden from view. Fortunately weeks of training ensured any lingering sense of propriety or shame was long gone from the curvy Bostonian, all that was left was the eagerness to serves Mrs. Summers and her harem. “Shall we go, Mistress Lilly?”

Lilly picked up her handbang and laughed as she noted the puddle of water still dripping off the drenched Slayer. “Yes I think we should.”

More catcalls and wolf-whistles greeted the Slayer as she strode through the school behind her user of the moment until eventually she was in the car lot at the front of the school, meeting up with Mistresses Amy and Willow by a station wagon. “Oh no,” Willow patted a trash can by the car. “You’re not getting in my car in that dirty dress.” The witch clicked her fingers. “Off, now.”

”Yes Mistress Willow,” Faith quickly stripped in full view of any driver who was lucky enough to be passing by the front of the school and flung the dress into the trash can.

“Good girl,” Amy patted her ass. “Kiss Mistress Lilly good-bye, darling.”

Faith leaned in for a kiss, the three girls eagerly surrounding their nude bitch and taking the opportunity to feel her up, their hands exploring every inch of her damp, pliant body, the subjugated Slayer trembling with every gentle caress or rough grope. The moment Lilly pulled away, Amy opened the rusty car’s back door. “In.”

The car was soon driving down Sunnydale’s busy streets, the naked beauty sat in the back seat causing more than a few near-misses. Amy giggled as they pulled up to a traffic light. “Open your window and lean out Faith. And be polite to the gentleman in the other car.”

The naked beauty quickly obeyed, kneeling up on the dirty seat, winding the window down and leaning out until everything from the waist up was dangling out of the car, wet flesh once again pimpling as the winds whipped at her. “Hello sir,” Faith pushed her chest forward at the suited sixty something sat in the car opposite. “Would you like a-, ooooh.” She moaned and pouted, writhing as the elderly man reached out of the car and grabbed at her proffered hooters, squeezing and rubbing. “Oh yes sir, thank you,” she lifted her left leg up and balanced her foot on the window frame so he could get a good eyeful of her naked pussy, her body gyrating erotically, “you really know how to make a girl feel soooo good sir, oooooh.” She moaned as he pinched her nipples, tugging on them hard. “Yes sir,” Faith panted, “be rough with your naughty teen bitch.” The man’s eyes widened as Faith adjusted herself to an one-handed grip on the window sill and slid her other hand down to between her legs, clawing happily at her twat. “That’s right sir, you play with my fat titties and I’ll finger-fuck my pussy.”

“Lights are on green,” Willow suddenly announced. “Say bye Faith.”

”Bye sir!” Faith cried as Amy pulled her back inside, the witch giggling uncontrollably, fat tears rolling down her high cheeks.

A few minutes later, they pulled up outside the Rosenberg house. “Let’s get inside.” Amy grabbed her by her hair and dragged the nude Slayer out of the car and up the drive, the shivering beauty forced to stand on the porch as Willow oh so casually locked up the car and dawdled up the drive. Amy leaned into Faith and whispered in her ear. “Ask Mistress Willow if you can come in with the good girls.”

“Please Mistress Willow, can I come in and entertain my Mistresses,” Faith pleaded.

”Oh with those titties,” Faith moaned as the laughing red-head trailed her cold metal keys across her chest, then down her belly, then wrapped her arm around the dark-eyed lovely’s tiny waist and pressed them into her ass, “and that fine tush, you can come and see me any time.” Willow passed the keys to Amy, took Faith’s head in her hands and pulled the nude beauty into a lip-crushing kiss while pushing her back and into the house. Willow spun her around swatted her ass. “I feel like an ice-cream, Amy. What about you?”

The other witch turned around and leered at Faith. “If we’re eating it off the bitch, I’m game.”

Willow kissed her shoulder and reached around her to cup her tits. “Hear that Faith, Mistress Amy called you a bitch, what do you say?”

”Thank you Mistress Amy.” Faith writhed as the laughing red-head pressed her thumbs down on her erect nipples.

Amy grinned at her. “You’re welcome bitch. I’ll get the ice-cream, you take care of the whore.”

”Whore,” Willow kissed her neck, “go into the kitchen and I’ll tie you down on the table.”

“Yes Mistress.” Faith eagerly obeyed, lying down on the table with her arms and legs spread.

”Um, perfect.” Willow quickly took a couple of photos before straddling the submissive Slayer’s flat belly just below her full, round tits, and gently slapping her face. “Who’s our bitch, Faith. Do you remember?”

”I am Mistress Willow.” Faith quickly replied with an adoring look up.

The witch smiled before leaning down and quickly tying Faith’s arms down, then climbing off her and doing the same with her ankles, the rough hemp cutting into the owned Slayer’s smooth flesh. “Good girl.” The strawberry-haired witch patted her on the head and looked up as Amy came in with a bunch of ice-cream boxes. “What flavours have you got?”

“Lots of fun stuff,” Amy leaned in for a kiss, the two witches hurriedly stripping their pink flesh seeming to gleam as their hands ravished one another’s lush bodies. “Mint chocolate for her right tit,” Faith moaned as a mound of chilly green slapped down on her tit, back arching as the chill ran through her. “Coffee for her left tittie.”

”Oooooh,” Faith panted, back arching as her flesh pimpled as a brown scoop splattered down on her left breast.

Her belly undulated wildly, almost as if trying to throw the chill off when a slab of red hit her flat midsection, her panting reaching ever higher levels. “Strawberry for her midsection.” Faith’s eyes bulged, her cheeks expanding and deflating as a slab of black hit her crotch, Willow eagerly bending over, placing her hand on the slab and pushing it into her. “And chocolate for her crotch.”

“Ohhhhh,” Faith whinnied as the two witches climbed onto the table with their bitch and each lowered their head and started devouring the ice-cream, Amy taking Mint-tit and Willow on Coffee-jug. “Ahhh.” Every lick and slurp had the restrained Slayer bucking and panting, the hands of each witch reaching under her to play with Faith’s pert posterior. “Ooooh,” Faith moaned, a fire growing in her crotch despite the ice-cream packed into her twat when the two witches broke away from their feast to reach across and hungrily kiss one another, their flavours mixing in the kiss.

“Ooooh,” Faith whimpered as the duo returned to their meal, every suckle, lick, and scrape of teeth sending waves of arousal through the well-trained brunette, causing sweat beads to form on her forehead despite the chill.

Finally her tits were more or less clean and Willow looked up. “I’m looking for second helpings, pass me some of the banana.”

“Ooooh,” Faith gasped when another scoop hit her tit, pliant flesh jumping at the impact while Amy eagerly dropped a scoop of toffee ice-cream on her other breast and quickly buried her face on Faith’s chest.

“Feels so good,” the sultry Slayer writhed and groaned as the two witches attacked the ice-cream, licking and slurping it up, tongues teasing at her barbell-hard nipples as they feasted on the delicious meal with sadistic gusto. “Yessssss.”

The brunette sex-slave writhed and panted, her speech degenerating into a series of low croaks as the witchy duo fed on her proffered breasts, licking, sucking, and nibbling at the sweets amassed there. Then gradually the pair of witches kissed and licked their way down to her belly, Faith’s back arching sensually as they licked at the melting strawberry there, the strawberry mixing with her scent to create an unique taste.

Then Willow reached down and tweaked the Slayer’s clit, laughing when Faith’s hips jerked. “Do you want your pussy eating out?”

“Please,” Faith nodded. “Please Mistress Willow.”

“I don’t know,” Willow glanced between her legs and sniffed, “I’m almost full. Beg for it.”

“Please Mistress Willow,” Amy giggled as Faith pleaded, her hips rising, “clean my dirty pussy with your beautiful mouth, be good to your bitch, please.” Faith moaned as Willow took her clit and casually twisted it. “You make me feeeeeeeeel so goooood, I need you Mistress Willow, please, lick my yummy juices.”

“You’ve convinced me,” Willow high-fived Amy, the two witches congratulating themselves on their domination of the busty beauty.

“Ooooh,” Faith moaned and writhed, pouty lips parting and hips bouncing gleefully when the red-head began kissing her way up and down the Slayer’s sodden nether lips. “Ooooh,” her stimulation increased when the witch began licking up and down, lapping at the ice cream like a dog at its bowl, tongue sliding up and down, her head likewise bobbing up and down.

Suddenly Willow pulled away and laughed. “Who’s the REAL Slayer, Faith?”

“Buffy is,” Faith panted, “please Mistress Willow, please I need-, owwww!” she howled when Amy slapped her face.

”It doesn’t matter what you need, we own you don’t we?” Amy demanded angrily.

“Yes Mistress Amy,” Faith whimpered. “Sorry Mistresses.”

“Thank you Amy,” Willow lowered her face and continued kissing, licking, and suckling at Faith trembling labia, the Slayer’s high-turned ass rising and falling together with her firm chest. “Ahhh, ooooh!” Faith threw her head back and wailed when the witch eased her tongue into Faith’s crammed full of ice-cream twat then withdrew it with a giggle. “Faith, who’s the harem’s bitch?”

”I am, I am,” the Slayer panted.

”That’s right.” Pleasure rippled through her when Amy tugged on her nipples. “And what do we do to you?”

“You take care of me, clothe and feed me, give me purpose and rules to follow, give me lots of climaxes and fun things to do,” Faith babbled.

“She’s learning,” Willow giggled before planting her head back between Faith’s spread-eagled legs and returning to pounding her tongue in and out of Faith’s sopping core, her arousal only added to by Amy playing with her tits. Faith’s lithe limbs flexed wildly as she writhed under the witch’s ministrations, the dark-eyed Slayer’s moans filling the air as Willow slurped and suckled at her cunny.

“Aaaaah!” Faith let out a hoarse scream, ass swinging up and shoulders pressing into the table as Willow bit deep into her throbbing clit. Pain and pleasure crashed over her, swinging nipples hardening as juices spurted out of her fuck channel. “Aaaaah!” The ropes tugged into her silk-skinned limbs as she bounced on the table, her climax sending her into near-convulsions. “Aaaaah!”

“Amy!” Willow trilled as a weary Faith sunk back onto the table’s wooden surface. “Your turn.”

”Ooooh,” Faith moaned as she felt her nether lips being prised apart and Amy cramming some Cookie-Dough ice-cream into her pussy, then bending over and eating out, licking at the mound of dessert stuck in-between her legs, the Slayer shaking at the chill located in her molten core. “Ohhhh,” Faith whinnied as Willow began playing with her clit, slapping it with the ice-cream scoop, every hit adding to the stimulation overload that had her trembling and writhing. “Ooooh,” Faith moaned, chest jumping as Amy’s teeth bit into her left pussy lip en-route to consuming some more of the dessert. The witch laughed then returned to driving her tongue in and out of Faith’s shaking fuck-channel, the Slayer’s moans and groans growing as her chilled mons heated up to climax levels.

”Aaaaah!” Faith let out a squeal as a final crack of the ice-cream scoop on her clit sent her over the edge, milky juices spurting out for Amy to feast on. And then Willow and Amy were unfastening her.

”Faith, dear,” Willow purred, “your sexy show has turned us on so much, you don’t mind if Amy and I go upstairs and entertain one another while you run home?”

“In the nude Mistress Willow?” Faith queried.

”Precisely,” Amy smiled. “Now shoo.”

Faith’s heart was thundering as she started out of the house. The sun was still high in the sky as the nude beauty started down the street, her ass bouncing in erotic tandem with her high ass, an elderly man distracted from reversing onto his drive side-swiping a lamppost as she ran past.

Faith hurried across a street, lorries’ honking horns accompanying her passing, a couple of old women muttering disdainfully as she passed them, breasts swinging in the wind, nipples hard in the chill, milk and ice-cream still covering her nubile form, the Slayer’s cheeks reddening as even her brashness was overcome by embarrassment. Faith passed in front of one of Sunnydale’s churches a group of grave-diggers stopping work to laugh and point at her as she passed by.

Faith reached the park and started across it, children on the playground’s climbing frames stopping to point at the naked temptress racing past them, their mothers tutting in disgust. “Oh fuck!” Faith gasped as a Great Dane loped up and stuck its wet muzzle between her legs and ran its sandpaper tongue up her slit, a curious sort of electricity running through her. Its owner stopped just behind, not trying to pull his dog off, instead just laughing as his pet mauled at the nude beauty. “Fuck off!” Faith grabbed the dog by its muzzle and shoved it away before continuing on her run. The dog bounded after her but she soon out-stripped it.

The brunette’s chest rose and fell as she raced away from the park, the children’s excited clamour following her fine ass. Leaping a wooden bench with a couple of winos sat on it, she continued on her way, ducking in and out of the streets, hiding under bushes and behind trees wherever she could but also getting plenty of approving hoots from passing cars, until she was running up the alley that led to the Summers’ house.

Finally she was running up the Summers’ drive, their next door neighbour turning away from washing his front windows to watch the skin show as she hurried inside.

Joyce smiled and rose from the sofa as she strode inside, the remnants of the meal eaten off her still sticking to Faith’s nude body, flesh pimpling with the chill. “Well Faith, it looks like you had quite a day, go and bend over the table by the front door, you can tell me all about it while I try out my new,” Faith gulped when the middle-aged dom produced a five lashed whip, “whip.”

Faith gulped again, even by her standards this had been a hell of a day. “Yes Mrs. Summers.”

NEXT! Mrs. Summers goes on a business trip, leaving the family pet in her daughter's not so tender mercies! What humilations does Buffy have planned????