Breaking Faith

Bitch In Charge

Faith awoke to the sound of her cage door sliding open. “Out.” Faith blinked her eyes clear of sleep and looked up. Kennedy was stood in the entrance to Faith’s quarters, an imperious look on her new owner’s face. The brunette was dressed in knee-high black PVC boots and a silver g-string that garrotted her ass and pussy. The owner’s full tits and lithe torso were encased in a gleaming Basque and her arms in forearm length silk gloves. “I gave you an order. Move it!”

Faith’s heart skipped a beat. “Sorry, Mistress,” the sultry beauty muttered before quickly crawling out of her cell and kneeling at her better’s feet.

“Naughty, naughty,” her new owner grabbed the sexy Bostonian’s collar and pulled her head up. “You’ll have to learn to be more prompt.” Kennedy fastened a chain leash to her collar. “Follow.”

The submissive crawled after Willow’s girl-friend, the scratchy carpet rubbing on her knees as she crawled down stairs. The dark-eyed beauty’s smooth skin pimpled and nipples hardened when the rich girl led her into the cold basement. Kennedy laughed. “You won’t be thinking of the cold for long.”

Dread enveloped the curvy sexpot. Willow rarely brought her down to the dungeon any more, deciding her daily whippings were now enough to keep her in line. But all the dread instruments – the whips, paddles, clamps, everything, were still there. “Stand.” Her heart jumping, Faith leapt to her feet, Kennedy nodded approvingly. “Better.” The younger brunette leaned against her, her breath hot on Faith’s face. “You’re nothing but a slave are you?”

The broken Slayer dutifully nodded before casting her gaze meekly down. “Your slave, Mistress.”

“We’ll see. Lift your arms.” The brunette fastened the curvy Bostonian to chains dangling from the ceiling, high enough to force her onto her tiptoes. After a step back, a look, and a spine-chilling smile, the brunette grabbed her right leg and cuffed her ankle to her right elbow before doing the same with her left to her left elbow. Faith shuddered, someone with Slayer flexibility was more comfortable in this position than a normal woman, but no less vulnerable. She was helpless, utterly helpless and completely in her new owner’s power. Yet, even as terrified as she was, she welcomed the pain and debasement that would come, knowing it was she’d been bred for and that she was lucky to be owned.

Seconds crept by before her tormenter spoke. “Scared, now bitch?” Kennedy laughed before grabbing one of her pussy lips and twisting, making the entrapped beauty yelp. “You will be.”

Kennedy’s face hardened as she viciously played with Faith’s twat. “You never asked how I know Willow.” Faith just stared blankly at the tormenting brunette. “I’m a potential Slayer. The potential Slayer actually. Every one expected me to be Called when Kendra died. Instead,” the potential sneered, “we got a cheap Boston tramp. A slut who abused the Calling I’ve trained my whole life for!”

A frightened whimper escaped the big-boobed beauty’s ruby-red lips at the gleam in Kennedy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress!”

“You will be,” Kennedy grinned sadistically. “You’ll learn respect for your betters.” Faith’s ebony eyes widened when Kennedy picked up some clothes pegs.

”Please,” she pleaded, husky voice trembling with fear. “I know my place.”

Kennedy’s only reply was a fist to the stomach. As the dark-eyed beauty struggled for breath, the potential turned her attention to her legs. “So pretty.” Faith couldn’t help an aroused moan despite her hazardous position when her new owner trailed a silk gloved hand up her inner right thigh.

Faith bit her bottom lip when the potential snapped a clothes peg into her right inner thigh by her knee. Kennedy chuckled at her flinch. “But baby,” the tormenting brunette taunted, “I’ve only just begun.”

The potential continued securing another two pegs to her right leg, one in the mid-thigh area, and the last near the groin. Kennedy placed another three pegs on her left leg, each peg sending pain stinging through her as it pinched tender flesh. “Oooooh, ahhh, pllllease.” Her discomfort increased when Kenendy spent an agonising few minutes playing with the steel pegs, pulling and twisting on them. “Oh god, owww, oooh, eee.”

“Oh dear,” Kennedy taunted. “Toy’s going to have bruised legs.” Kennedy’s smirk sent chills down her spine. “But don’t worry baby. You’ll soon forget all about them.”

“Oh god,” Faith gasped when the sexy sadist fixed a trio of clothes pegs to the fleshy underside of her left boob. “GGGGGGGGGGGG!” She screamed when Kennedy grabbed and twisted on the third, almost as she was trying to rip the once-sassy beauty’s tit off. “Jesssssus!” The potential grinned at the black-eyed seductress’ distress before attaching another three to her right breast. Next the potential pulled out a pair of nooses and fastened one around each of her breasts and then to the ceiling beam. “Ohhhhhh,” Faith half-wept as the rope pulled tight, cutting into the soft flesh and pushing the blood into the tips, freakishly engorging them. Kennedy’s prediction was correct, she’d forgotten all about her legs, her entire world was the pain throbbing through her aching jugs, already she could feel them welting, bruising.

”Ssssh.” Kennedy mockingly stroked the bondaged Slayer’s silky locks. “Be a brave little warrior.” The potential stepped towards the table and picked up a metal nipple clamp with a weight dangling from it.

Faith’s blood froze. She wanted, needed, to resist, but knew that would only incur Willow’s wrath. She was trapped.

Kennedy grinned as she began to tug on Faith’s right nipple, lengthening it to its maximum. “Oooooooh.” The Slayer beauty’s red lips parted in a moan when the potential’s clamp closed on her teat, squashing it. After a fond smile, her owner did the same to the left.

“Are you having fun, I am!”

Faith gasped when Kenendy shoved a hand between her legs and roughly pulled her clit out of its protective sheath. Faith’s voluptuous body jiggled and shook, lithe muscles twitching when her tormenter clamped her clit, pain blazing through it. For a moment Faith blacked out. A slap across her face brought her around to an agonising world where all three of her nubbins felt as if they would tear off.

Kennedy smiled. “Hush baby,” the potential ran her fingers down Faith’s tear-streaked face. “Be brave.” Faith gasped when the potential took a ten inch long, three inch wide butt plug and walked around behind her.

Faith’s back arched, her body swinging and chains jingling, when the vicious brunette splayed the once-rebellious beauty’s well-rounded tush and quickly, brutally buried the butt plug between her cheek, shoving it all the way in. The potential walked around her shaking body, snatched up a dildo of similar girth, and worked it into her cunny.

Kennedy stepped back, lips licking as she admired her handiwork. “So helpless,” the potential whispered. “So powerful, yet broken. Willow really did a job on you. I’ve always secretly dreamt of having a slave, a pretty toy to play with. And now I’ve got you.” Her tormenter smiled. “The clamps, dildo, and butt plug are all vibrating.” A scared moan escaped the wanton beauty as everything was turned on, her body uncontrollably shuddering and twitching in a twisted combination of pleasure and pain.

Kennedy laughed before walking over to the wall and turning the red\yellow dial all the way up to the maximum. “You’ll be getting quite warm soon. See you in a few hours, Toy.”

* * *

Faith blinked when the basement door was opened, the sudden light in the previously pitch-black cellar making her eyes water. “Hello, Toy.”

”W…..water,” Faith croaked through parched lips. Her legs and arms ached from being hung from the ceiling, her nubile body drenched with sweat, matted hair sticking to her face, neck, and back, and the juices forced from her stretched pussy pooling on the floor beneath her by seemingly endless procession of orgasms. But all this paled in comparison to the pain ripping through her chest and clittie. Her nipples had stretched to more than twice their normal length, while her poor clittie, Faith moaned, was swollen to three times its normal size and turned a hideous purple. Not even Willow at her most magnificently malicious had come close to this.

Kennedy stroked her face, fingers so cool on her over-heated face. “Hush, baby,” the potential purred. “You’re doing so well. Stage one is over.”

Stage one? Faith trembled, then gasped and moaned as first the clothes pegs and then clamps were yanked off her battered body. Next, the dildo and butt plug were removed, leaving her gaping holes feeling strangely empty. Finally the nooses were pulled off her engorged jugs, Faith moaning in relief as the rough rope was pulled off her tender, aching tits, the smooth flesh now marred by circular rope-burns.

For a whole the potential stood behind the helpless Slayer, stroking her raven locks and whispering a combination of threats and breathless compliments. The lithe Slayer shuddered, full chest swaying when the potential slid a blindfold over her eyes. “Let’s see how good your other senses are.”

A second later, Faith felt something rough and unyielding press against her back’s smooth skin. “What’s that Toy?”

Faith licked her dry lips, fear growing. “A bullwhip,” she moaned.

“Well done,” Faith shivered as she heard the crack of the bullwhip. “Get ready Toy.”

“Ahhhhh!” The Bostonian beauty screamed as the tip of the whip lashed down on her right shoulder, white hot pain lancing through it. After two more strikes, Kennedy turned her attention to her other shoulder, three more blazing whips before finishing with a punishing six lashes across the centre of her back. Yet even as pain roared through her, Faith felt her pussy moisten with excitement at the way her new owner was dominating her worthless slut. God, she wanted Kennedy to punish her, to give her the pain she deserved for betraying her Calling, for not respecting her betters, for disrespecting Willow when she’d first arrived in Sunnydale.

For a few seconds the fetid air was filled with the brunette’s choked sobs, her lithely-muscled back seemingly on fire. Faith flinched when the potential ran her soothingly silken hands down her burning flesh before kissing her gently on the neck.

”Owww.” Faith whimpered softly when a wooden paddle crashed into her buns, the black-eyed beauty’s delectable ass bouncing with the impact. Sweat trickled down the gorgeous Slayer’s neck as the beating continued, every blow accompanied by Faith’s whimper and followed by Kennedy’s soft lips pressing onto her neck.

After twenty blows, Faith heard the potential drop the paddle. “Oh god,” Faith moaned when her owner grabbed her punished butt and started to squeeze, rub, and pinch them, fingers sinking deep into her fleshy orbs.

”Um,” Kennedy’s breath was hot on her face, “Willow said you were fun to play with, but I had no idea. I’m going to have lots of fun with you, you little Slayer slut.”

“Thank you Mistress,” Faith muttered. “I’m lucky you bother at all with me.”

The potential’s high heels clicked as the brunette walked to the front of the restrained Slayer. For a second the only sound the entrapped beauty heard was her own terrified breathing.

And then there was a pistol-like snap. For the next few minutes the brunette’s already welted jugs were mercilessly pummelled by a flogger, making the busty temptress sob and her tits bounce and sway. Blows whipped against the top, the sides, and underneath the perfect breasts, but most painful and intrusive of all were the strikes to her already throbbing nipples.

Suddenly Kennedy changed her focus, Faith screaming as the potential attacked her aching pussy. The potential relentlessly whipped her helplessly spread twat, beating her already sensitive clit and dripping cunt until the entire area felt like it had been blow-torched.

Just as suddenly the beating stopped.

Faith trembled at the click, click of Kennedy getting closer. “Please,” the once-proud beauty snivelled and begged while the potential mauled her brutalised tits, rubbing her aching mounds before pressing her lips to Faith’s, kissing her with a tenderness that contrasted vastly with her beating. The dark-eyed slave gasped when her legs were unchained and dropped to the ground, cramped muscles unwillingly stretching, blood flowing back. She pitched face-forward when the cuffs chaining her arms to the ceiling were also unfastened, her weary body unable to hold her up.

“Oh not yet, we’re not finished,” Kenendy grabbed a handful of the Bostonian’s lustrous locks and lifted her head up, yanking her blindfold off. “Crawl to the table.”

”Yes Mistress.” Faith dragged herself across the dusty ground, the filth sticking to her naked, glistening body. Once there, she pulled herself up onto the table, sinking face up on the roughly cut wood.

The potential stared down at Faith’s passively supine form, her dark eyes eating her prize up. Then her owner smiled, picked up a roll of duct tape and taped Faith’s wrists and ankles to the table before crouching between her spread-eagled legs. “I think your pussy is very beautiful.” Faith moaned deep into her throat as her owner placed two strips of tape across her cunny, terror at what was to come growing. “But it will look even better now.”

”Jeeeeeez!” Faith’s back arched as pain flashed through her crotch, her full ass lifting off the coarse table when the potential yanked the tape off, taking what few hairs Willow allowed her with it. The next thing the east coast slut knew, the potential was cutting the tape off her. “Get up on your hands and knees,” her owner curtly ordered, “face and titties on the table, those sweet buns in the air.”

”Yes Mistress.” A groan escaped the tortured woman’s full lips as she moved into position, knees and soft breasts rubbing against the rough table.

”Good girl.” Faith felt a thrill at Kenendy’s praise even as she shifted uncomfortably when the rich girl slipped a finger from each hand into her fuck channel and began stroking her walls. “Cum before I give you permission and you’ll be punished some more.”

“Yes Mistress.” Faith grunted as the fingers inside her were joined by two more. For the next few minutes, Faith just knelt on the on the table, submissively enduring the fingers exploring her weary pussy. “Oooooooh!” When Kennedy moved up to six fingers, Faith started to push her slender hips back to meet them, reacting on a primal level. “Please Mistress can I cum?” she gasped after a couple of minutes of six digits inside her.

For a long minute Kennedy didn’t deign to answer her breathless question. “No.” Faith groaned and moaned when the fingers moved up to four from each hand and stopped gently caressing and teasing her walls, and started powerfully thrusting into her well-stuffed hole.

Renewed sweat dripping off her lithe frame, her pants filling the air, and a growing friction in her filled to bursting twat, Faith managed to gasp. “Please Mistress, can I cum?”

”No.”

For the next few minutes, the delectable sex toy enjoyed\endured her fucking, hips powering to meet the digits fucking her tight hole, breasts rubbing painfully on the hard table, and salty sweat dripping into her eyes. “Please Mistress,” she pleaded, “can I cum?”

”No.” Suddenly her well-stuffed hole was empty. Faith’s shoulders slumped in relief.

”Oooooh! Ahhh! Goddddd!” Faith groaned and whinnied when both the potential’s clenched fists were suddenly inserted into her. “Ooooh god!” Faith screamed as the potential began to punch her womb. “Please Mistress can I cum!” Faith screamed at the growing inferno between her legs, she couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Another six thrusts before Mistress answered. “Yes.”

”Yessssssss!” the Bostonian shrieked as she came, the shattering orgasm causing her to thrash about wildly, juices spurting out of her cunny to flood the table beneath.

When she came down from her climax, Kennedy was stroking her hair. “You’ve gotten dirty today. But you’ve done well, how about a treat. Instead of your usual bucket, you and me share a hot bath?”

Faith stared up adoringly at the potential. “Thank you, Mistress.”