The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

11.
“As you know girls I’m going to be away this weekend, I need to see my lawyers and do some research into Sunnydale’s origins,” Joyce rose and pointed to her luggage, “take those Faith.”
“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith picked up the filled to bursting cases and walked out to the car, the Summers women following their bitch out.
”You will be good for Buffy won’t you?” the forty-something asked.
“Oh she will,” Buffy’s smile gleamed with mischief.
“Good, then see you girls Sunday night, have fun.”
The moment Mrs. Summers had driven off the drive, Buffy’s hand hit Faith’s pleated mini ass. “Get inside bitch. My room and naked before I get up there.”
“Yes Mistress Buffy!” Faith nodded then raced away, conscious that Mistress Buffy was an inventively sadistic bitch at the best of times and without her mother to pull her into line, Faith knew she’d better not give Buffy the slightest reason to punish her. This weekend was gonna be hell.

Faith was already pulling her gym-shirt over her head as she entered Buffy’s room, braless jugs bouncing free as she flung the shirt to the floor and hurriedly pulled the tab loose on her skirt, the clothing falling away to leave the beautiful Bostonian completely naked. “Faith!” Buffy snapped. “Dropping your clothes on MY FLOOR! Pick them up and be quick about it!”

“Yes Mistress,” Faith quickly bent over, picked her clothes up and folded them before laying them on the desk.

”That’s better,” Buffy nodded curtly. “Now bend over the desk and hold on.” Faith gulped and obeyed, dreading what was to come. She moaned in surprise when rather the expected beating, the tiny blonde began gently stroking her upraised buttocks. “Tomorrow is going to be a rough day for your ass, so I’m going to take pity on you,” Buffy paused as she squeezed the naked slave’s ass, “what do you say, Faith?”

”Thank you Mistress Buffy.” Faith gulped as Buffy opened the desk drawer and pulled out a gleaming black butt plug that was about ten inches long, one inch thick at the top, and six inches at the base. Faith glanced over her shoulder, pleading eyes saying what her lips daren’t.

“I’ve been saving this until there was just the two of us,” Buffy continued. “I forgot the lube,” Buffy giggled. “Ah well, never mind. We’ll manage. I’d hold on if I was you, Faith.”

“Aaaaah,” Faith groaned as the blonde Slayer placed the tip between her firm buns and began twisting it into her. Her knuckles whitened as she bent over and clung to the table, pain shooting through her shit channel.

”Relax baby,” Buffy cooed, “don’t make it difficult for me.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy, sorry Mistress Buffy,” Faith whispered as the twisting continued. “Ooooh,” her anal nerves tingled and throbbed as the humongous plug was forced into her, sweat pouring down her shaking body as she struggled to stretch to accommodate Buffy’s monstrous plug.

”Only three inches,” Buffy tutted. “Push that ass out to me, Faith.” Buffy’s arm looped around her bent waist and forced her back to meet the plug. “Ha, you can’t escape now.”

“Godddd!” Stars sparked before Faith’s eyes as the older Slayer continued twisting the plug deeper and deeper into her rectum. “Oh, I’m so full!”

“Just a couple more inches Faith,” Buffy grunted, “you’re doing well.” Faith panted and gasped as the tiny blonde continued her debasement, rotating the butt plug as she pushed it in, inflaming every nerve, making wave after wave of pleasurable pain surge over her.

“Oooooh.” Faith’s legs almost buckled as her ass climaxed, her anal juices speeding the plug’s descent.

“Good girl,” Buffy praised as the plug ‘bottomed’ out. Faith hissed when Buffy grabbed her by her lush mane and dragged the naked brunette over to the bed, pulling her onto it. “Hands and knees.” The moment the doe-eyed seductress was in position, Buffy pushed her legs apart at the knees and put a three foot spreader bar between her knees, the metal cold against the Bostonian beauty’s muscled thighs. “Hands behind your back.” Faith placed her forehead on the bed as she obeyed, heart hammering at the feel of Buffy straddling her from behind and cuffing her hands. The blonde reached under her and happily groped her bitch’s dangling jugs for a minute or so before climbing off and tying her ankles to the bedposts at the bed’s foot, then tying ropes from Faith’s ankles to her already secured wrists. “There, are you comfortable Faith?”

“Yes Mist-----, oooooh,” Faith groaned when the blonde snatched at the ponderous plug impaling her ass and casually twisted it, every anal nerve singing its protests. “Oooooh.”

“I’m sorry Faith,” Buffy giggled, “but if I didn’t stretch you, you’d be too tight for fun tomorrow and you don’t want that do you? You don’t want to disappoint the other girls do you?”

”No Mistress,” Faith panted, sweat beading on her unclothed form, giving her an ivory hue.

”Good girl,” Buffy patted the restrained beauty on her head before undressing and fitting some sort of belt around her own miniscule waist. Faith’s ebony eyes widened as she noted the short chain and collar dangling from the belt. Buffy grinned as her reaction as she fastened the collar around Faith’s belt and then stepped back, Faith gurgling as the collar tightened around her neck. “I knew it! I knew it!” Faith wheezed and struggled for air as Buffy began jumping up and down on the spot, the collar yanking tighter and tighter. “What a perfect fit.” The collar relaxed as Buffy approached, climbed on the bed, lifted Faith’s face off the bed and climbed under her so that her bald crotch was under Faith’s face. “Tonight, you have one job, lick.”

* * *

“Wake up,” Faith awoke to Buffy’s hand cracking across her face. Faith groaned as the blonde climbed off her bed and began unfastening her restraints. God only knew when she’d fallen asleep, but she spent what seemed like hours licking, sucking, and kissing Buffy to screaming climax after screaming climax, and now her jaw ached, and her face and mouth were smeared with the blonde’s white juices. “We’ve got a busy day,” Buffy announced as she dressed, “go and pee and pee, we don’t have time for you to get dressed.”

“What about my cuffs, Mistress Buffy?” Faith queried.

Buffy met her query with a smirk. “They stay on. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in five minutes, you better hurry.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy.” Faith nodded, unsurprised by this new humiliation, she just wondered what other ‘treats’, Buffy had planned for her this weekend. After fumbling her way through her morning ablutions, the brunette Slayer hurried down to the kitchen to find the dominant Slayer had already dressed in a pair of Dasiy Dukes and a t-shirt, a pair of dishes filled with oatmeal on the table, the blonde sat at the head of the table.

”Kneel down Faith,” Buffy smiled, “seeing as you’re all tied up, I’ll have to feed you.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy,” the nude knelt down on the tiled floor beside her Mistress’ chair.

“Good girl.” Buffy beamed as she patted the submissive Bostonian on her head with one hand while dipping a spoon into one of the dishes. “Say ‘aaaah’.”

“Aaaaah,” Buffy scooped one stacked-high spoonful of oatmeal into Faith’s mouth’s, the brunette closing her mouth as Buffy pulled the spoon out. “Pffft,” Faith spat and pouted, eyes watering at the taste as she gagged.

“Oh sorry,” Buffy giggled. “That’s the one I put salt on instead of sugar by mistake. Silly me.” Buffy swapped dishes and dipped a clean spoon into the oatmeal. “Let’s try again. Open wide.” Faith licked her lips nervously before obeying, as much as she’d like to refuse, she knew she’d pay for it if she did. “Good girl.” Buffy eased the spoon towards her mouth then pulled it away with a giggle. “You didn’t say please, you naughty girl.”

“Please, Mistress Buffy,” Faith dutifully replied.

“Good girl,” Buffy slid the spoon into her mouth. “Is that better baby?” Faith nodded. “Good, then eat up, we don’t want you wasting away do we?”

Once her dish was empty, Buffy produced a dirty rag and wiped the brunette’s mouth clean. “Up you get, Faith.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith struggled to her feet, her natural sinuous grace impaired by her cuffed hands.

The blonde led her outside into the Summers’ garden, the wooden fences surrounding the house not really any barrier to any of the neighbours getting an eyeful of the big-titted nude if they wished and they frequently did. Buffy patted the plastic white table in the middle of the garden, Faith silently bending over it, her boobs pressing into its surface and her firm behind jutting seductively upwards. “Good girl,” Buffy produced a red-balled gag, the size of a tangerine. “Open wide.” The moment Faith’s curved lips parted, Buffy shoved the ball in her mouth, and expertly tied the strings behind her head. “Oh, I nearly forgot,” Faith saw stars when Buffy hooked her fingers around the butt plug jammed up her ass and yanked it out in a single brutal motion, her muscles writhing as her stretched anal tunnel collapsed, “you don’t need this any more.” Then the blonde crouched behind her and tied her ankles to the table’s legs before walking back inside without another word.

The sun was blazing down on Faith, sweat running off her exposed body, when Buffy returned, behind her came Willow, Amy, Harmony, Cordy, and Anya. “Today we’re going to play a game!” Buffy placed a tray with a ten inch long, three inch thick strap-on, a rum bottle, a Tabasco sauce bottle, two shot glasses, and a timer clock on it on the table before her. “The clock’s set for twenty minutes, and that’s what you get in the bitch’s ass. You make her spurt and you get a glass of rum, you don’t and you get a glass of Tabasco. So make sure you go hard, and you go fast.” Buffy hit the on-switch on the timer and grabbed the strap-on, quickly fastening it around her waist, positioning its tip at Faith’s entrance, yanking her apart, and burying herself in the younger girl in a single savage thrust, Faith shrieking into her gag as her body shook with pain.

Harmony giggled. “This game looks fun.”

Cordy pouted. “No way am I drinking Tabasco.”

* * *

“Damn it!” Harmony’s hands were around her hips, the blonde cheerleader’s hips powering back and forth as she fucked furiously at Faith’s pummelled anus. “Come you bitch!” The cheerleader started yanking Faith back to meet her thrusts. “Cum!” Harmony’s hips slammed into Faith’s aching butt as the Slayer’s tits rubbed against the table’s plastic, her nipples hard as the timer’s beeper sounded. “Damn it!”

“Do your forfeit, Harmony,” Buffy ordered with a laugh.

Faith moaned wearily as Harmony yanked out of her ass and poured herself a shot of Tabosca, the blonde having failed to make her cum. Each girl had had two shots at Faith’s now aching ass, her ordeal having gone on all morning and into the afternoon. “Look at her ass,” Cordy grabbed the once-bombastic brunette’s left cheek and tugged it to one side with a laugh, “we’ve drilled her wider than the Grand Canyon.”

”And it’ll be all healed up for tomorrow,” Buffy replied as she unfastened Faith’s cuffs, Willow removing the drooling brunette’s gag. “You got a great ass fucking didn’t you?”

Faith nodded wearily as the blonde uncuffed her hands. “Yes Mistress Buffy,” she rasped, her voice aching from all the screaming into the gag she’d done.

“Now as a thank you, Cordelia, Willow, and Harmony have all brought their cars out to be washed,” Buffy patted Faith’s ass. “They’re on the road outside and give them a show.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy,” Anya passed her two buckets filled with hot soapy water and a sponge, then the others bar Buffy followed her outside to where Willow’s station-wagon was parked with the two sporty cars of the cheerleaders, the other girls sitting on deckchairs and watching as she began.

Cheers rang out as she placed the first bucket on the floor, then raised the second over her head and poured it over her, soapy lather sliding down her curved body as she gasped in shock, nipples springing erect as the soap slithered down her slippery skin. And then she was on the hood of Harmony’s sport car, her ass grinding around it, leaving a soapy trail that had her Mistresses laughing as she gyrated up and down, from side to side, all in a desperate attempt to please. And then she was knelt on the hood, her pert breasts rubbing up and down, cleaning the dirty window with long swipes of her soapy jugs, nipples pressing against the glass. Then she climbed up onto the roof and looked towards her audience. “The car needs washing off with the hosepipe, Mistresses.”

Willow giggled as she picked up the hosepipe. “Ready, Faith?”

”Oooof!” Faith trilled as the cold water crashed into her, flawless flesh pimpling as she struggled to hold onto the car’s sides under the water’s impact, the hosepipe’s jets cascading over her like an erotic waterfall. “Oooooh,” Faith shivered, muscles writhing at the shocking chill, out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the neighbours across the road stopping hedge-pruning to watch what that trashy slut the Summers had adopted was doing now. Her teeth were chattering and body shaking until all her alluring bits were wobbling.

“Two cars still to do.”

“Ahhhh!” Faith squealed as she jumped on the car roof when Willow sneaked up behind her and blasted cold water up her pussy, shock flooding her. “Ooooooooooooh!”

* * *

”I hope Faith gave you a great show?” Buffy asked as they came in.

Willow giggled. “Oh you should have seen her Buffy, she was on top of Cordy’s car and I hit her with a blast from the side with the hosepipe and Anya hit her with a blast on her ass from the hosepipe she’d borrowed from your next door neighbour and she flew off Cordy’s car and onto my hood!”

“Yes,” Buffy grinned. “I can see she’s a mess.” The blonde turned to the bedraggled brunette. “Go upstairs and get towelled off, there’s a dress on my bed. Move it.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith raced upstairs, towelled herself off and hurried into the blonde’s bedroom, a pretty pink-flowered dress laid out neatly on the bed.

The only problem was, Buffy had probably worn the dress when she was twelve at the most, and as result, Faith found it covered less than half of her curved ass, the rest of her rounded globes peeking out from under the flimsy material, her well-fucked anus and bald labia clearly visible. As for the top half, the dress moulded itself to her far fuller than Buffy’s ever was chest, the rounded neckline plunging low enough so the top of her clearly-outlined nipples was visible while the material clinging to her underside struggled to contain her ripeness. In short, the dress somehow managed the impossible task of displaying even more than simple nudity.

Faith hurried back down to be met by Buffy’s claps. “Here’s our girl!” Buffy grabbed her hips and turned her away from the others. “Take a bow!” The girls cheered as she obeyed, dress riding up to display even more of her bald pussy and ass crack. “We’re going for a picnic, and you’re driving.” Buffy passed her the car-keys. “Get a move on.”

* * *

“Pull in here, I forgot to get some wine for our picnic,” Buffy smiled, “see you in a minute girls, come on Faith.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith followed the sadistic blonde into the dirty store, the seedy-looking guy behind the counter drooling at her barely dressed appearance.

”Faith dear,” Buffy pointed to the shelf directly in front of the shop owner, “be a dear and bend over and pick up a couple of six-packs of soda from the bottom shelf.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith bent over at the waist, conscious both of her skirt rising up and over her ass, exposing her pussy and red with all the pounding anus to the lecherous store owner leaning over the counter to eyeball her, and picked up the cans before straightening and turned to her Mistress. “Got them.”

”Faith,” Buffy tutted, “I can’t take you anywhere without you making a show of me.” The blonde reached up, grabbed a hold of Faith’s pert tits and pushed them back into the dress they’d slipped out of, her nipples springing hard at the room’s chill. “Let’s pay and get out of here. You’re such an embarrassment.”

“Sorry Mistress Buffy.”

* * *

Faith followed Buffy’s directions to a deserted pond behind a slight slope that Buffy had daubed their ‘fun place’. “This is nice,” Faith’s heart sank when Buffy brought out her camera. Blondie was always taking her and doing photo shoots all over the place with her. Her naked in a car, in the basement, in a restaurant they’d broken into, and in a ton of different outfits too – nurse, school-girl, cheerleader, jail-bird, secretary, and a load of others. “Now lose the clothes. Girls, Faith’s going to do a photo shoot for us!”

The girls cheered as Faith quickly undressed. “Harmony, Cordelia, I want you to flank our girl, and pick her up by her arms and legs, and spread-eagle her in mid-air!” Buffy clapped as the clothed cheerleaders lifted their nude slave up into the air and spread her as instructed, Cordy clutching Faith’s left limbs while Harmony did the same to her right. “Perfect!” the camera flashed as Buffy indulged in her photography hobby. “Now, put her down on the grass on her back.”

Buffy looked towards Anya. “Dominate that bitch, put your foot across her throat, leave no-one in any doubt who’s in charge!” Faith gurgled as the blonde eagerly obeyed, the naked Slayer lying limply on the ground as Buffy stood over her while Anya pinned her down, camera clicking picture after picture.

Next Faith was manoeuvred into a hands and knees position, the two laughing witches climbing on her naked back and waving happily at the flashing camera. Then Faith was pulled up onto her haunches, Harmony’s fingers in her dark mane yanking her head back while Cordelia knelt behind her, her hands clutching onto Faith’s titties, lifting them up for the camera.

“Faith,” Buffy continued yelling instructions, “stick your ass up in the air and crawl around in the grass. Faith obeyed, crawling around in the wild grass as the blonde chased after, shooting shot after shot. “Anya, lean over her, spread those cheeks, I want a close up off that pretty anus!” Faith groaned as the blonde quickly obeyed, fingers squeezing hard on her ripe ass as the camera continued taking pictures of the exploited beauty. “Now Faith, I want some pics of you kissing Anya’s sneakers.” Buffy moaned deep in her throat as Faith obeyed, licking and kissing at the dirty shoes, showering them with affection, the camera recording her humiliation.

“Faith!” Buffy hadn’t finished with her yet. “Get up and reach down, take your ankles in your hands and look up between your legs at your bald pussy.” Faith blinked as the camera flashed. “Perfect! Willow, kneel behind her and stick a couple of fingers inside her vag..“ The blonde moved off to the side, giggling as her red-haired best friend obeyed, the camera taking a side on shot. “Now I want you to bend over the opposite way so you’re facing up and you’re grabbing your ankles from behind!” The other girls, even the cheerleaders, clapped at her flexibility, as Buffy took some more pics. “Amy, come and stick a couple of fingers in each hole!” Faith moaned and groaned as the laughing witch obeyed, twisting them around inside her as sweat beaded on the beauty’s nude form, the camera flashing again and again.

“Cordy, Harmony, I want you to lift Faith up again, this time, I want her doing the splits in mid-air.” Buddy laughed as her two friends complied, holding onto the Slayer’s sensually muscled legs as she did the splits, her moist under-carriage in mid-air. “Another great shot!” The moment the girls had put her on the floor, Cordelia ran off. “Faith squat down on the ground. Anya climb onto her shoulders.” Faith grunted as the blonde former demon laughingly obeyed. “Faith, stand.” The moment she was stood the blonde’s legs wrapped around her shoulders, the camera flashed again. “Good girl!” Buffy praised. “Now back down onto your knees, Willow, Amy, get behind her, grab a tittie each and lift them up for the camera.” Faith moaned as the two witches eagerly obeyed, their fingers pinching at her tender flesh as the camera flashed.

Cordelia came back, clinging to a bunch of roses. “Hands and knees Faith!” Cordy shouted. Faith glanced towards Buffy who nodded silently, before quickly obeying. “Spread those ass cheeks for me!” Once again Faith obeyed.

“Aaaah!” Faith’s scream sent near-by birds fleeing their nests when Cordelia roughly stuffed the thorn-stemmed roses into her anus, pain raging through the unfortunate beauty’s brutalised ass. “Owww! Ohhh!” Her back arched as she screamed again and again. “Fuck!”

“Ha!” Buffy laughed until tears were rolling down her face. “Best flower vase ever! Raise that pretty little bott bott, Faithie. I’ve gotta take a photo of that!” Faith whimpered as she obeyed, the camera flashing. “Now,” finally Buffy put her camera down. “Faith, go and get everything out of the hamper. You’ll be serving as our table this afternoon.”