Gehanna

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 Guest Stars

10 Things I Hate About You - Kat Stratford

Hellcats - Marti Perkins, Savannah Monroe

 Heroes - Elle Bishop, Tracey Saunders 

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"This way," Katherine Stratford, Kat to her friends, enemies and acquaintances, lightly snapped the cuff on the wrist of the prisoner before she unlocked the metal barred door. She would have preferred not to keep hold off her charge at all, despite what the other guards said she didn’t think the prisoners were dangerous animals, but people. Yeah, sure some were bad people, some were stupid people and some were bad and stupid, but they weren’t pieces of crap - they deserved some dignity. But, no matter what Kat thought, the rules were clear - once a prisoner was away from the cells and in the admin area they were to be cuffed at all times.

The prisoner didn’t seem to mind, indeed she seemed to expect it. She looked with interest at the plush carpets and mosaiced walls, nodding with approval as she saw that there was a poster on the notice-board warning of the dangers of driving without a seatbelt. Kat gently tugged her, "Please… don’t dawdle, Miss Morgan is waiting."

"Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve seen anything but metal walls and sand outside," the prisoner smiled apologetically.

If Kat hadn’t known better she would have said the prisoner was about the least dangerous inmate in the entire joint, even less of a threat than your average slut. She was slender, with a geeky look and with a bob that was just the wrong side of fashion. She was well-educated reading ‘The Second Sex’ when Kat had come to collect her - making her probably the only person in the prison apart from the guard who’s reading material moved above ‘Sweet Valley High’, with the possible exception of the Wakefield twins themselves. Willow Rosenberg certainly seemed low risk.

However, despite her demeanour she was amongst the most dangerous inmates in Gehanna, ranking just below her friend, Buffy Summers and the other Slayer, Faith Lehane, with whom she, probably reluctantly, shared a cell. From what Kat had all the guards had been betting on Faith making her a bitch quickly. It was a measure of how tough she was that Faith had yet to make her crawl - though most of the smart money was on her being Faith’s fucktoy before the month was out. Kat wasn’t so sure, Lilah Morgan seemed a smart cookie, even if her reading material inclined more towards Adam Smith than Germaine Greer, and unlike her employees Governor Morgan seemed unsurprised at Willow’s continual anal virginity. Kat couldn’t say she was displeased, it was a brutal system and whilst she worked in it, she saw her role as a reformer rather than a supporter of the sexual hierarchy of Gehanna Correctional Facility (to give Prison Butt-fuck it’s proper name).

Kat led Willow up one the corridor and down the next, down some stairs and up in a lift, left at one junction and right at the next crossroads until finally they were at their destination. Kat turned to look at Willow, "Governor Morgan wants to see you Miss Rosenberg."

"Oh, that’s nice," Willow smiled sweetly.



"Yeah," Kat wasn’t sure it was, but she turned to the wood panelled double doors in front of her and knocked on them smartly.

"Come in," Lilah Morgan’s modulated tones sounded clearly through the doors.

Kat pushed open the doors and led Willow in. She could see the redhead blinking at the opulence of the office; Kat couldn’t blame her - the mahogany desk was larger than the average cell below and none of them were lit by chandeliers with literally hundreds of bulbs nor were there walls festooned with fine art. Lilah was standing next to a bookshelf, oak and leafing through a book. She turned her head as the guard and prisoner entered.

"Willow Rosenberg, Governor, you asked for her to be brought to you," said Kat unnecessarily.

"I did" agreed Lilah and smiled, "Uncuff her and wait outside."

Kat did as she was told, closing the doors behind her as she went. Willow rubbed her wrist, more as unconscious reflex than because the metal had bitten into her. The Governor put down her book and smiled, "Drink? Brandy?"

Willow shook her head, "No, I’m good." She was surprised that Governor Lilah Morgan had asked for her, she hadn’t seen the woman since introductions on the first day, though she had heard her bark orders over the tannoy a few times.

The Governor walked over to the desk, "You don’t mind if I do."

As there was no response from Willow she unplugged the crystal decanter and poured herself half a glass. She turned and leant against the desk, half-sitting on it so that her skirt, a designer label Will was sure, rode up her creamy white thigh. She smiled at the redhead and lifted the glass in a toast, "Take a seat."

"Thank you," Willow sat in the leather seat opposite the desk. It was so comfy after what she was used to she felt her muscles instantly relax and tension ease out. Lilah got up, but instead of moving behind the desk she wheeled her chair over so she was sitting next to Willow, so close they were almost touching.

"So how are you finding sharing a cell with Faith?" asked Lilah. She didn’t wait for a reply before continuing, "She’s certainly got a reputation as a butt-buster. How’s your butt?"

"It’s good, she’s alright, no problem," Willow was beginning to wish she’d accepted the offer of a drink, sipping it would give her a moment to think without making it seem like she was pausing. She could see Lilah smiling, as if she knew more than she was saying, which wasn’t a surprise as she was the Governor.

"I’d call it virginal. You know no-one’s ever shared a cell with our friend without Faith opening their back hole. She’s highly sexed, must be a Slayer thing, as I hear Buffy’s the same."

"Yes," Willow nodded, though not sure whether she was agreeing with the description of her butt, of Faith or of Buffy.

The Governor shrugged a gesture suggesting it didn’t matter too much about Faith and Willow’s relationship, "You like it here?"

Willow frowned, unsure what response Lilah was expecting. She really regretted not agreeing to the offer of the drink, even if brandy burnt her throat. Making a little gesture with her head, half way between a shake and nod, the Wiccan replied, "I’m a prisoner."

"Yes, so you are," Lilah said, "A very dangerous prisoner. One with magical strength beyond anyone else here. At the risk of my head, I might even say that you be able to challenge Amy Madison."

Was that what this was about? wondered Willow, was Lilah wanting to use her to make a power play for Sunnydale. She didn’t know whether she was powerful enough to do so, nor did she trust Lilah - even if she did win she didn’t want to find herself back here with a sore head after Lilah had cracked it open and her hands tied as Faith plotted her revenge. So she just shrugged, "As I said I’m a prisoner."

"You don’t have to be," said Lilah. She paused and pressed her fingers together, "Let me level with you Willow. I think you’re dangerous, more dangerous to my sweet little set-up here than either Buffy or Faith. I’d like you gone, but well there’s no way Amy going to let you go unless you and Buffy go grovelling to her with your asses ready to be fucked. And that’s about as likely as you growing horns and a tail.

"Of course, I could be wrong, I seldom am, but I’m smart enough to leave it as an option. Perhaps you’re about as dangerous as a slut. So I’m going to offer you a deal - if I am right and you’re as smart and dangerous as I think, I get you out of my hair. If you’re not, well the next invite you get from me may be to break your butt’s cherry;" Lilah stopped and smiled.

"What’s the deal?" asked Willow.

There was a pause from Lilah, as she looked Willow up and down, mentally appraising her. She seemed content as she gave a light smile, "You know how we get out and in - through a portal between this dimension and Sunnydale. Little Miss Gilmore’s always trying to get through it - but if she did there are guards on the other side who’d pick her up quicker than a dose of the clap."

Lilah’s smile got wider as if she had just made a joke before she continued, "But there’s another emergency portal, one that takes you to a less well guarded part of Sunnydale. It’s not easy to open it… but there’s a way."

Willow waited for the explanation of how to get through the second portal. But Lilah just smiled and sipped at her drink, obviously thinking there was a deal on the table, though Willow couldn’t work out what nor was she in the mood for games. Instead she leant forward and clicked her finger, a little fireball flashes out and exploded in sparks. It wasn’t much of a spell, not so powerful it would drain her if Faith tried something later, but it was a reminder to Lilah that keeping Willow was not without risk. She grinned at the Governor, who stared impassively back - she had courage Willow would give her that; "So what’s the way?" Willow asked.

"I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like to fuck a Slayer," Lilah replied.

Willow’s stomach did a turn. Did the Governor expect her to betray Buffy? She tried to keep her face neutral as she nodded and said, "Is that so?"

"Yes. And you know what it’s like. After all, Faith is your bitch…" Lilah smiled, before she sipped her brandy - from her expression it was golden.

"You know?" Willow put on a false expression of surprise. Anya had told her about the cameras in the cells, but it wouldn’t do to let Lilah know she knew about them, "How?"

"I have my means," replied Lilah enigmatically. She leant forward, "So there me lay my cards on the table, Rosenberg. There are six lines that need to be repeated in order to open the portal. You send me up Faith for me to play with and I’ll give you where you can get one. I might call her up again and give you a second, or perhaps we trade something else. I’m sure Summers wouldn’t mind lending out her little sister… If you can get the six lines you can go free and I don’t have to worry about you and your blonde friend - if you can’t get them, as I said you’re not a threat. Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal."

*

"Soooo... this is it?" Marti frowned.

"I guess so... it's not like that a lot else around here." Savannah said, looking around at the desert that surround Gehanna before turning to her fellow cheerleader, "Why, where you expecting something else?"

Marti shrugged slightly, "The size seems about right, but I thought it would be more Gothic, more... foreboding. This is just kind of... plain."

"According to this Gehanna wasn't originally built by Amy, although it was it would still probable look like this, maybe even a bit nicer. I mean, Gothic and foreboding isn't exactly her style." Savannah said, reading off a bunch of papers she had brought with her, "As for the size, it's twice as big going downwards. The basement level is apparently like an oven because it's so close to the centre of the planet."

"It is pretty hot." Marti agreed, still clicking in the scenery.

"Oh I know. And the area surrounding the is designed to be cool, at last to to be inside the prison, much like I said is big. Obviously. Like... did you know if you dropped a nickel from top floor right down to the bottom it would, according to this, be several minutes before it hit the ground. The force could easily knock someone unconscious... as if they didn't have spells in place to stop people from dieing. Because, you know, death is considered a form of escape in here..." Savannah said, continuing to read out of the photocopied pages she was holding.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Marti asked, turning to her girlfriend.

"What? Nothing, nothing's wrong." Savannah insisted, before Marti gave her a knowing look, "Okay I, I just... I'm nervous."

"About what?" Marti asked.

"Everything. Are the prisoners going to like my food, will there be a revolt, maybe the guards are going to something, maybe we'll get ambushed, maybe... maybe something will happen to you." Savannah said quickly and quietly before sighing, "I'm being crazy, I know I'm being crazy, I just... this is a violent place and I'm terrified of something happening to you. The only way I can seem to stop is by concentrating on this junk."

"You're not crazy. You're sweet." Marti said, taking her girlfriend in her arms, "And I love it when you overanalyse things. It's cute. But I'm going to be fine. We're going to be fine. Do you know why? Because I'm not going to let anything happen to me or you. Especially you. Ever. Do you understand?"

Savannah smiled dreamily at her girlfriend's confident words, "You know, in Gehanna I'd totally be your bitch."

"Really?" Marti smiled, bring Savannah closer to her.

"Uh-huh. You're be my top, and I'd be your bitch." Savannah said softly, letting Marti kiss her gently for a few moments before adding was the kiss was broken, "It would be so hot. I'd be like... your property. You'd own me, and I'd have to bend over for you whenever you wanted because my ass would literally belong to you."

"And how is any of that different to our lives back in Amydale?" Marti teased which earned her a really light punch on the arm.

"Marti Perkins? Savannah Monroe?"

The two Hellcats turned to see a woman in uniform, clearly a guard, smiling at them, "Hello. Welcome to Gehanna. My name is Tracey Strauss, and this is Elle Bishop. We're here to escort you to the kitchens."

"Okay." Marti said, reaching down for Savannah's hand and gently taking it in her own before she tried following the guards. Savannah was hesitant to move which had Marti turning back to the brunette, gently taking her girlfriend in her arms and whispering, "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. I promise. Okay?"

Savannah still looked nervous, but smiled, "Okay."

"I love you." Marti whispered before kissing her girlfriend softly.

Savannah's heart jumped for joy as she happily kissed Marti back. It had been only a week ago they had first exchanged the L word after their encounter with Amy and even though they had been saying I love you even more often than they had been fucking Savannah didn't think she was ever going to get tired of hearing or saying those three little words.

Marti felt the same way, her heart also jumping when the kiss was broken and a smiling Savannah said, "I love you too."

This resulted in another smile from Marti and an even longer make out session which only ended because of a coughing sound made by one of the guards. Feeling a little annoyed at the interruption the Hellcats gently took hold of each other's hands and followed the guards towards the dull but impressively big building.

"Sooooo." Elle said that while it as they approached the protected main entrance to Gehanna, "Are you guys real cooks or did you just get forced into this?"

"The latter." Marti said dryly.

"We're cheerleaders." Savannah beamed.

"Really," Elle grinned, "I have a thing for cheerleaders."

*

The cuffs were snapped on both of Faith’s wrists. Unlike when she was escorting Willow Kat had no regrets about cuffing Faith Lehane - the Slayer was dangerous, the toughest top in the whole joint. Kat took her arm and led her down the corridors towards Lilah Morgan’s office. Only a few minutes ago she had escorted Willow Rosenberg in the opposite direction, the Governor having finished with her. Kat wondered briefly why Lilah wanted the two cellmates - it might be worth keeping an eye on them just in case Faith was planning trouble.

The Slayer certainly didn’t look like she was planning anything. She was whistling cheerfully, if cockily, as she walked beside Kat, her eyes briefly looking over the mosaics, décor and instructional posters as she passed. Like Willow there was a certain attractiveness to her, but Willow never seemed like a spring about to snap - indeed Willow seemed a mouse, Faith a tiger.

Kat stopped at the door and knocked for the second time, "Miss Lehane, Governor," she said as Lilah Morgan opened the door.

"Uncuff her," ordered Lilah. Faith gave a cocky smile as the cuffs were taken off and then stretched, pushing her hands over her head and locking them together as she swayed her body from side to side. It was an attractive move, though it was designed to show that Faith was free and that the cuffs hadn’t cramped her. Lilah seemed unconcerned, she turned first to the Slayer "Come in," before looking at Kat, "Return to your duties. I’ll call you when Faith is finished here."

She shut the door. Kat looked at it for a moment, before turning and heading back to the main block.

*

Without waiting for an invite Faith walked over to the seat and sat down. She leant forward and poured herself a generous helping off brandy. Lilah raised her eyebrows as she followed the Slayer over and lent against the desk, "I’m not sure I told you to take a seat… or a drink."

Faith smirked before raising the glass to her lips. She gulped down the liquid in one motion - it was good, a long time since she had touched alcohol - never mind quality liquor like this; "Hey Lilah, you didn’t call me over for a chat about how I like the weather. You want something and you need a fucking hard assed top to get it you… I’m your girl, but I’ve got needs as well, let me tell you. First, fucking Buffy Summers… well I’ll be fucking Buffy Summers."

Lilah interrupted Faith’s meditations by leaning forward and taking the glass. She refilled it, but placed it on the desk rather than handing it to Faith. The Slayer was about to lean forward when Lilah spoke, "Faith, you’re a smart girl. You’re right I do want something and fucking and asses come into it…"

Faith grinned and pressed her fingers together, yeah, she’d let Lilah say what she wanted and then put in her demands. And they’d be demands neither Buffy nor Willow were going to like, "I’m listening Governor."

"Good, Faith, you see I know your secret - you’re a bitch; a whorish, dirty bitch who Willow uses as a fuck-toy." Lilah paused, looking at Faith as the Slayer went pale and gripped the rests of the chair. Lilah picked up the glass, sniffed the brandy and then slowly poured it onto the floor in front of Faith. She continued, "Willow’s lent you out to me. But don’t worry, if you’re a good girl for me I won’t announce that your Willow’s bitch over the tannoy. You will be a good girl won’t you?"

Faith realised she was shaking, her legs quivering as in terror as she realised she had no cards. She tried to nod, but her neck wouldn’t respond. Lilah reached out and took her chin, forcing the Dark Slayer’s head up to look into her face. The Governor’s eyes were narrow and her mouth cruel - her tongue flicked over her lips like a predator ready to taste it’s prey; "I asked if you wanted to be a good girl."

"Yes," said Faith, her voice almost a whisper.

Lilah let go and moved behind the desk. Faith remained rooted in place, the only movement being her eyes following Lilah’s movements, even her chest was unmoving as her breath held. The Governor pressed a button under her desk and a door in the far wall swung open. Lilah smiled, but it was mirthless, "There’s a leather skirt and top on the bed, put them on and wait for me."

"Yes, Miss Morgan," said Faith. She stood up, giddy with nerves, almost unable to stand.

The look Lilah gave her was not merciful, but one that a chef would give a choice joint of beef. Her mouth curled as she looked with lust at the Slayer, "Don’t bother with panties."

Faith walked through, as if in a dream. She had been the uncrowned Queen of Gehanna for so long, even Lilah Morgan had feared her. But now even Lilah Morgan was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. If she resisted Lilah would tell everyone in Prison Butt-fuck she was Will’s bitch. Or even worse Lilah would speak to Willow, say the Slayer hadn’t done as she was told, and the redhead would punish her. Slowly Faith stripped out of her uniform and got into the clothes laid out. They were cool and tight against her skin, after so long off wearing prison garb Faith should have luxuriated in their touch, but she couldn’t - they had the touch of slavery.

The bed too was more comfortable than she was used to, the mattress had an elasticity to it and no metal springs pushed against the material, the sheets were silk not cotton and it seemed the pillows were so expensive that they had feathers in them. But like the clothes the bed was not her luxury, but for Lilah. Faith sat down on it and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long before the door reopened and in stepped Lilah. She was naked apart from a very expensive satin bra, which just about held her large tits in place. The Governor looked down at Faith and dangled a large strap on from an outstretched finger, "You know where I want to put this?"

"Yes," Faith nodded, before Willow no-one, male or female had ever taken her butt, now it seemed it was open to everyone.

The one-word answer didn’t seem to mollify Lilah as she fixed Faith sharply with her intense glare, "Where? Where am I wanting to put this?"

"In my ass," said Faith meekly. Her hands tensed and clawed at the sheets. She had been Faith Lehane not some cheap slut, but what could she do? Nothing - not whilst Willow was unbroken. If she didn’t submit to Lilah Willow would know and… Faith cut off that train of thought and waited for Lilah to speak again, to tell her what to do.

The Governor sat down on the bed, next to Faith, but not so close they touched. She grinned, it was the type of arrogant smile Faith used to be able to wear. The older woman put down the toy and pointed to her cunt, it was mainly shaven, but with a slight tuft of managed hair at the top, "Clever girl. I’m going to stuff it in your ass and gape you like the Grand Canyon. But before that, I want you to lick me like a two-penny whore."

"Yes, Miss Morgan," Faith said dutifully. Without saying anything further she got up and moved between Lilah’s legs. The Governor licked her lips in anticipation as Faith got down to her knees. The ex-lawyer’s twat was already damp, the thought of Faith tonguing her before being fucked had got the juices flowing. The little beads of cum glittered under the light, shimmering as the pussy lips seemed to pulsate.

"Get your face in their you little whore," laughed Lilah. She reached down and gripped the back of Faith’s skull. The Dark Slayer didn’t resist and allowed herself to be pushed in. She opened her mouth and began to slurp and lap at the pussy hole, ramming her tongue into tunnel and pushing her own lips against Lilah’s warm, wet flesh. There was no technique, no tease, just an insane slobbering and eating, her tongue rushing and ramming like it was out of control. Lilah didn’t seem to mind; she gave a groan followed by a dark laugh, "Come on Slayer, eat my pussy. I want the Slayer slut to make me cum."

The wetness of Lilah was on Faith’s face, her taste in her mouth, the odour of cum wafted in her nostrils. Harder and harder Faith slurped, pushing herself as deep into Lilah’s mound as she could, so that her mouth was stuck down the hole and her nose buried deep into the woman’s flesh. She was so deep that it blocked her and made her breathing come in ragged spurts between her tongue thrashing. Lilah gasped and groaned, as Faith hit her. But she didn’t let go, keeping the Slayer forced into her cunt. Not that Faith would try to escape, to do so would displease Willow, so Faith would lick and lap for her. She took more cum onto her tongue, feeling its sweet taste as it slid down her throat. She lapped some more, every movement making Lilah secrete more juice; to be lapped down, or sniffed up or to cover Faith’s lips and chin in a sweet sheen. The Governor groaned, it seemed like she hadn’t had a twat licker like Faith before, her body was buzzing with the work of Faith’s tongue, the Slayer driving her into some ghetto of sexual fulfilment.

"Go on Slayer… I want you to clean my pussy until it’s as raw as your tongue," commanded Lilah and her nails bit into the skin of Faith’s head. Faith continued to do as she was told, she needed to be a good girl, to do what Willow wanted - for now. And Willow wanted her to eat Lilah, to lick her pussy until it could juice no more and Faith was fill with its cum. Her tongue hammered at the flesh of the pussy, sometimes hitting the clit, sometimes not, but always hammering, hitting warm, wet, wanton cunt walls. Lilah screamed in pleasure, squeezing Faith’s head again and more cum came from her cunt. Some of it went up Faith’s nose, making her snort, but most went down her throat, making her choke. Still Lilah held her in place, forcing her to lick as the older woman gasped in orgasmic pleasure. Faith continued, driving her tongue in and munching her lips at the walls, feeling Lilah quiver and cum time after time.

"Yesssss, yessss, yesssss," shrieked Lilah jetting some more cum onto Faith. The brunette didn’t pause or react, but continued to lap. But this time Lilah pulled her head back, so that instead of her face being buried in twat she was looking up at the Governor. Lilah smiled, as her cum trickled down Faith’s chin; "So it’s true about Slayers being the queen’s of cunt licking. I don’t know why you became a top, even a bitch seems above your station - you’re a slut, a dirty slut."

"Yes, Miss Morgan," Faith agreed though she quaked at the thought - it was just a temporary thing diving her face between another’s legs; she wasn’t a slut, she was a top she reminded herself.

Lilah pushed her away and stood up. She reached for the strap-on and started to pull it up her knees, before briefly looking down at the still kneeling Faith, "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

"Right away, Miss Morgan," said Faith. She stood up and paused, "Should I undress?"

A brief dark look crossed Lilah’s face and Faith shied away as she feared she was about to be slapped. The Governor looked at her, "Are you wearing panties?"

"No Miss Morgan. You told me not to, " Faith quickly spoke so as not to anger the woman. She gripped the hem of the skirt and pulled it up to confirm that her bald slit was uncovered.

"Then you don’t need to get undressed," Lilah started to buckle the toy in place, "I intend to fuck your ass, not admire your smooth skin. All I need is a hole. Now shut your whore mouth up and get into position as I said."

Without a word Faith got onto the bed, there was nothing to be said. She positioned herself and waited. The sheets felt soft on her skin, a light tingle sweeping into her as her knees, toes and fingers rubbed against them. The mattress bounced silently as Lilah got on the bed. Faith remained still and silent as she felt the older woman slide up her skirt so that instead of covering her thighs it rested on the small of her back. Lilah’s hands touched her cheeks, a finger sliding over her hole and resting on the opening. Lilah said, "I see you’re tight, like a virgin."

It was Gehanna’s magic that returned her butt to virgin tightness; Lilah must know that so Faith kept silent. She didn’t say anything as Lilah slapped her ass with her hand, making the cheeks wobble and leaving a palm-print. Any words or shouts might lead to Lilah’s displeasure and then she might complain to Willow. Faith would be a good girl, she’d do as she was told and hope that the redhead was happy.

It seemed there was the wait of an age whilst Lilah said nothing after the slap, but it must have been only seconds later that Lilah said, "I’m going to enjoy butt-fucking you Slayer; it’ll be something to tell my friends."

The idea of Lilah having friends was almost as big a shock as the entry of the dildo. Lilah didn’t plan or prepare the hole, she didn’t speak or warn. She just gripped the toy and started to push it in. Faith gasped; she had seen the size and it had appeared big, but when it was opening her back chute and pressing into her it felt gigantic. Lilah moved and gripped her sides, she forced the leather top up Faith’s waist so that her midriff was bare; the governor’s nails bit deeply into the skin - if Faith hadn’t been a Slayer she would have cried. But she was a Slayer, she might be a bitch or even a slut, she wasn’t sure, but she was still a Slayer - she would take her hammering.

The Governor forced the cock deeper into Faith’s ass. It pushed aside the walls, expanding the chute like a finger dipped in wet plaster of Paris. It hurt at the same time as it excited, the pleasure and pain competing in a twisted competition. Faith gritted her teeth and bit down on her lips, she didn’t want to make a noise - Lilah had told her to be quiet so quiet she would be, like a mouse. The dildo moved deeper, sweeping away all resistance like a flood surging down over the levees. To be taken like she was a piece of meat was humiliating, but it was what Faith deserved - she had played at being a top, but had failed, she was a bitch and Willow had every right to swap her out. The cock slammed in, Faith could feel the warmth of Lilah’s thighs against her cheeks as the woman rested with the full length slipped in.

"You like that Slayer bitch? You like being fucked in the ass?" Lilah crowed.

"Yes, Miss Morgan," Faith acted the bitch, she was the bitch, she knew the words, "I like being fucked in my whore butt. I am a bitch, I love being an anal fuck toy."

Lilah laughed and began to fuck her properly, slamming the cock in and out of Faith’s back hole without mercy or care. Harder and harder she moved, her naked thighs slapping hard against Faith’s ass, the sound of skin hitting skin even louder than the rush of the rubber down flesh, but not as much as the sound of Lilah’s frenzied grunts of exertion. She was moving fast, pounding the Slayer’s butt wide open and making her take it all. The toy stimulated Faith, it made her cum whether or not she wanted to. The rubber rammed into her and she couldn’t help but to squeal.

"That’s it Slayer, that’s it - cum as I fuck your ass," laughed Lilah, her nails dug deeper into Faith, scratching the flesh and tearing little lesions in the skin. Faith squealed louder, the pain and pleasure intermingling so she wasn’t sure whether her cries were to encourage Lilah to thrust harder or desperate pleas for her to stop. If the latter, it failed, Lilah moved faster and harder, putting the entire weight of her body behind each forward lunge. Faith felt her asshole blowing up and expanding, the dildo moving more easily the looser she got. It made Lilah speedier, the Governor almost a blur as she shoved and screamed, "Fucking Slayer, that’s it you dirty fucking hooker Slayer… You’re just my fucking Slayer toy, a fuckhole, that’s all you are."

She was right. It was what Faith was. She was Willow’s fuck-toy, to be used and lent out, to be to be fucked like a nothing. Faith didn’t know why Willow had passed her to Lilah, whether she’d had a choice or whether she had resisted, whether it was a favour returned or hope for one in the future. It didn’t matter - all Faith knew was that she was Willow’s bitch and that Willow had passed her out. Harder and harder Lilah slammed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, the perspiration dripping off her and covering Faith. The cock had opened the Slayer’s ass so thoroughly that it now ricocheted as it entered, bouncing round the tunnel walls and skittering from one nerve ending to another. Lilah nipped harder, "Fuck… fuck… fuck… you’re just a worthless fucking cunt… fit for nothing but fucking. You shouldn’t even be a bitch, Rosenberg should throw you out and leave you as fuckhole for Sluts to use for fun."

Faith closed her eyes. She had to remember, she was a top, this was an accident, she was a top, she was a top, she was a top. Faith repeated this to herself over and over again as Lilah savagely sodomised her through climax after climax, Lilah using the Slayer's ass for hours until she was finally satisfied, at which point there was a hiss of air as Lilah pulled the toy out of Faith’s butt. Faith knew she would be gaping, Lilah’s dildo would have opened her well. She remained in place, waiting for instructions.

"Suck it slut, suck my dirty dildo" ordered Lilah. She moved round to stand next to Faith’s mouth, her hands gripping the toy. Faith didn’t want to think about the fact it had just been up her ass, she just opened her mouth and took it in. Her lips closed round it and her tongue stated to move up and down the shaft cleaning it. Lilah laughed as Faith’s head bobbed up and down, "That’s it Slayer slut, suck, suck it, suck the cock that’s been up your ass. That’s what slut’s do."

Faith sucked, trying to remember that she wasn’t a slut, or a bitch, but a top, Willow’s top, no Willow’s bitch… no a top, Faith was a top.

Lilah laughed again, it wasn’t a pleasant sound, "You fucking dirty Slayer, you’re a fucking cock-sucking whore," she paused and pulled out the dildo suddenly, yanking up Faith’s head so that she was looking directly at her, "I’ve got a message for you to give to Willow. Tell her Rory Gilmore… she’ll know what I mean."

"Yes, Miss Morgan," said Faith.

*

"Marti... seriously, cut it out." Savannah whined as she tried, although admittedly not very hard, to push her girlfriend off of her, "I know the meat is on but we still have plenty to do. Like, oh, the vegetables and, oh..."

"Vegetables huh?" Marti mumbled into Savannah's neck in between kisses to it, "And just how many of the girls will actually eat them?"

Savannah opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a moan as Marti slid her hands underneath her shirt, pushed her bra out the way and cupped her tits. Marti then tweaked her girlfriend's nipples until Savannah couldn't even remember what she was going to say.

Smiling into the brunette's neck Marti lovingly manipulated Savannah's nipples until they were painfully hard before she began sliding one hand downwards, which had the unintentional effect of awaking Savannah from her dreamlike state, "Flavouring! We, oh... we were going to flavour the, oooohhhhh..."

"Flavouring huh?" Marti grinned, getting a wicked idea, "How about this?"

Whimpering softly in disappointment, then concern mixed with desire, and then just desire Savannah watched as Marti's hand left her lower stomach, reached out and grabbed one of the nearby carrots. She then quickly slid it underneath Savannah's short skirt and rubbed it up against her panty covered pussy for a few seconds, before pushing the fabric to one side so she could rub the vegetable up against Savannah's shaven slit.

Marti repeated this action with different vegetables. Lettuce, cauliflower, broccoli, etc rubbed up against Savannah's pussy lips, clit and even her entrance, now and again Marti threatening to enter her but never actually doing it. The denied penetration had Savannah moaning in protest more than anything, but as much as she wanted her girlfriend to fuck her Savannah had to admit there was a certain naughtiness that she couldn't help but love about what Marti was doing.

To think... prisoners were actually going to taste her pussy juice on their vegetables. How much kinkier could things get?

As if to answer Savannah's questions Marti suddenly dropped down behind her girlfriend and pulled her skirt and panties down around her ankles. In what seemed like less than a second later Marti was using her free hand to spread one of Savannah's ass cheeks and spitting on the exposed back hole before slowly sliding her tongue over it.

Feeling like her legs had suddenly turned to jelly Savannah leant forward and rested her hands on the table in front of her. In doing this she allowed Marti easier access to her butt hole, Marti taking full advantage as she pressed her lips up against her favourite part of her girlfriend's body and began to French kiss it.

As Marti slowly pushed her tongue into Savannah's ass and began wiggling around she continued rubbing the brunette's pussy with some celery, continuing this motion for several minutes before swapping the celery for another carrot. However instead of rubbing Savannah's pussy Marti pressed it up against her girlfriend's saliva covered back hole and slowly pushed it inside, Savannah gasping as she felt the carrot entering her rear.

Marti used the carrot to butt fuck Savannah for a few long minutes, delighting at being able to be so close to something sliding in and out of Savannah's stretched butt hole, before she replaced it with another carrot, then another.

"Marti... please..." Savannah whimpered a short time later.

"Shhhhh, be brave Savannah. We still have plenty of 'flavouring' to do." Marti said softly before pulling out the latest carrot to go up Savannah's ass, "Here, eat this. It will help keep your strength up."

Savannah blushed a little, but that was more out of habit than anything else. She was certainly no stranger to ass to mouth, at least not after the past week of nearly non-stop anal fun she had enjoyed with Marti, so the idea of eating something which had just been up her butt wasn't at all unappealing. As it turned out it was even more enjoyable than Savannah imagined, the cheerleader captain moaning with perverted desire as she ate the ass flavoured carrot while her fellow cheerleader continued butt fucking her with carrot after carrot.

For a long time the guards watched the kinky display in front of them, both unsure whether they should report what was happening or try joining in on it. There was certainly no rules against this type of thing, and they did wonder how hygienic it was, but both were clearly turned on by it. Knowing they felt the same way just with a glance they smiled and approached the two cooks/cheerleaders.

"Could we help." Elle asked hopefully.

"I'm sure that together we could get the... 'flavouring' done sooner." Tracey added.

Marti looked at them for a moment, and then smiled, "Sure. Grab some veggies."

Eagerly the guards grabbed some vegetables and began 'flavouring' them, at first just using Savannah's mouth and pussy until Marti gave them a chance to play with the brunette's ass. They didn't get much of a chance as Marti seemed to hog that area, but they got plenty of enjoyment out of shoving things into Savannah's mouth and they really loved rubbing her horny little cunt.

While it was true Marti zoned in on Savannah's butt because it was her favourite part of her girlfriend she also wanted to make sure Savannah didn't cum yet. The guards seem to have a problem picking up that message, and while they eventually got it Marti had trouble trusting them again with Savannah's most fuck-able hole, especially after the way Elle had lustfully pounded it. So she concentrated on 'flavouring' the carrots while the guards flavoured the other vegetables, all three blondes working over the brunette until she was a whimpering mess.

"Savannah?" Marti asked quietly as she began ass fucking her girlfriend with the final carrot, "Are you sure we don't have some time to spare?"

"Yeeeeesssss! We, oh, we have time. Plenty of time. Mmmmmm, please Marti, oh, fuck me..." Savannah moaned.

"But I'm fucking you now?" Marti teased.

"With something bigger!" Savannah practically wept in frustration, "Please Marti, fuck me with something bigger. Get that nice big strap-on I know you brought and shove it right up my ass. Butt fuck me, your up the butt girl, and make me cum for you."

"Anything for you baby." Marti cooed, gently kissing Savannah's ass cheek before guiding her girlfriend's hand to the carrot, "Grab hold of this. I want you to masturbate your hot little ass with this while I strap on my dick."

Marti grinned as Savannah began eagerly butt fucking herself with long steady strokes, the blonde cheerleader watching the beautiful sight for a few seconds before getting up to retrieve her toy.

"Can we have a go? Once you're done of course?" Tracey asked as Marti pulled out an impressively sized strap-on from one of the bags the Hellcats had brought with them.

For a few moments Marti didn't reply. She just looked thoughtful as she quickly undressed and strapped the dildo around her waist. However it was all just for show. Well, mostly. Marti liked the idea, the question was did Savannah?

"What do you think baby? Should we thank these guards for help keeping us safe by letting them have a go with your tight little ass?" Marti asked her lover.

"It doesn't matter what I think." Savannah moaned as she continued sliding the carrot in and out of her ass hole.

"Since when?" Marti asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Since we got here." Savannah said, before further explaining, "Remember Marti... according to the rules of prison butt fuck I'm your bitch. So as long as we're in here my opinion doesn't matter. I'm just an ass on legs. My bottom hole is your property. You can let anyone you want to use it."

"And that's what you want? To be my bitch in prison... my prison bitch?" Marti asked, already liking the sound of it.

"Oh yes, please Marti, let me be your prison bitch. I want to be your prison bitch." Savannah moaned.

"Then show me you want it. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks... and make sure you keep that carrot inside of your butt." Marti said, smiling as her girlfriend's hands shot to her butt cheeks and eagerly pulled them apart as she clenched down on the carrot to keep it in place, "Now beg me to fuck your ass and make you my prison bitch."

"Please fuck my ass Marti. Please fuck my ass and make me your prison bitch." Savannah begged, "Please... I'll be such a good little bitch for you Marti. I'll bend over whenever you want my ass, or if you want to let someone else use it, because you'll own it. You'll own my ass. It'll be your property. I know it basically already is, and I'm pretty much your bitch anyway, but while in Gehanna we can think of it as official and, oh, imagine telling the rest of the squad. Imagine telling Alice that in prison, I'm your bitch. That I'm Marti Perkins's bitch."

Savannah then cried out joyfully as in the blink of an eye the carrot was removed from her backside and replaced by something much bigger which slid into her ass like a knife through butter. With a loud thumping sound well toned thighs crashed against Savannah's butt cheeks, and her hands which were still spreading them.

Looking behind her, just to make sure, Savannah's heart fluttered as she spotted her dominant girlfriend behind her, Marti staring down lustfully at Savannah's filled with dildo ass. Smiling happily Savannah spread her ass cheeks as wide as she possibly could and moaned, "Ooooohhhhhhh, that's it Marti. Show your bitch who's boss."

Again Savannah's words had the desired effect, Marti beginning to pump Savannah's pooper with firm, steady strokes. The feeling soon had Savannah moaning in pleasure, the cheerleader captain barely receiving any pain whatsoever as her back passage was stretched out and used as a fuck passage for what felt like the millionth time in a week.

Ever since losing her anal cherry Savannah had barely gone a couple of hours without an ass fucking. It was like Marti was obsessed with her ass, or at least obsessed with being inside her ass. It was exhausting, and Savannah could barely remember being able to sit down without any pain. But it was worth it. Marti never failed to make her cum. Hard and often.

This time promised to be no exception, Marti digging her nails into Savannah's hips as she increased the speed and the power of the butt fucking, the sound of flesh meeting flesh almost as loud as Savannah's cries of pleasure, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes Marti, mmmmmm, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Oh yes, fuck my ass and make me your bitch!"

Marti knew what Savannah was trying to do. She was trying to goad her into fucking her ass harder. And it was working. Marti was letting it work, but she had to be impressed just how well her girlfriend knew her. Savannah knew just what to say to push Marti's buttons, the easiest way being to mention Alice's name.

There had been something of a rivalry between Alice and Marti ever since Marti joined the Hellcats back in her own dimension. Since entering Amy's domain things had only become more hostile, but that was okay with Marti because now it was Marti who had the captain of their squad bending over for her whenever she wanted which meant she had the upper hand.

Licking her lips Marti remembered the look on Alice's face when she had told Savannah to bend over and pull down her cheerleading skirt, allowing Alice to see her butt hole gaping for the first time. It got even better as Marti then sodomised Savannah in front of Alice but refused to let her have a turn.

Marti couldn't wait to let Alice know how she had shared Savannah with two complete strangers while Alice still hadn't got anywhere near Savannah's ass, but first Marti intended on enjoying the moment in which she was doing her favourite thing in the world, fucking Savannah Monroe in the ass.

Just before getting down to some serious butt fucking Marti turned to the guards said, "Handcuff her hands and feet to the table."

Tracey somewhat resented being ordered around by a cook, but she wasn't really in no mood to complain about it as she was very close to enjoying a incredibly fuck-able looking ass.

Meanwhile Elle didn't hesitate, already having Savannah's left foot handcuffed to the table leg, Tracey copying her action before both guards secured the submissive cheerleader's hands to the other side of the table so she was stretched out across it.

"Good, now bring me a saucepan and place it underneath her." Marti ordered, not waiting for them to comply before increasing the power and speed behind her thrusts so she was soon pounding into Savannah's pooper with every ounce of her strength.

Savannah was going to ask what the saucepan was for but before she could even open her mouth an increased wave of pleasure started rapidly running through her ass causing her to scream out in pleasure. She tried again a few times, but not only did the deep ass pounding prevent Savannah from asking about the saucepan but it actually made her forget she was going to say anything at all other than things like, "Yes, yes, yeeeesssss! Fuck me Marti! Fuck me hard! Destroy my ass hole! Destroy your bitch's ass hole! Oh Marti!"

As the now incredibly rough rectal ramming continued Savannah's words became increasingly incoherent until she was left a moaning, whimpering and eventually screaming wreck, the brunette becoming completely overwhelmed by the feeling of being brutally butt fucked by her girlfriend.

The fact that she was being watched, and she was bound and helpless on a kitchen table, only turned Savannah on more, the handcuffs digging painfully into her as she writhed around from all the pleasure that started in her bottom and spread throughout her body.

Savannah scream joyfully as she was buggered through climax after climax, Marti seemingly determined to make her lesbian lover cum harder than ever before. Over the past week Marti had set one hell of a standard for herself but to Savannah's delight she seemed to outdo herself, Marti pushing Savannah to the most powerful orgasms of her life.

Marti adored making Savannah feel good. It wasn't just a hobby, it was a life goal. A big part of it was making Savannah cum as often and as hard as possible. However on this occasion Marti had an ulterior motive as well.

At that moment Savannah wasn't aware of that other motive. If she had been her mind wasn't focused enough for her to even begin to care, but the guards were beginning to get an idea as they watched Savannah's juices sliding down her thighs and into the saucepan beneath her. Or at least they watched the juices sliding down when they weren't squirting downwards, certain orgasms sending Savannah's cum gushing out like a fire hose.

Elle and especially Tracey were used to witnessing bitches and sluts cumming incredibly hard from savage shitter slammings, but even by the standards set by Faith Lehane this was one impressive butt fucking. It was so good that the guards almost didn't mind that it increasingly looked like they weren't going to get a go. Almost…

However just as the guards were beginning to resign themselves to not having a turn Marti suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving the other cheerleader a spasming mess on the table.

Marti took a moment to enjoy the sight of her handiwork, Savannah's well fucked butt hole gaping wider than usual and her whole body dripping with sweat. Then Marti picked up the saucepan and tipped the combination of cum and pussy juice all over the collection of meat as she pulled it fresh from the oven before handing the saucepan to Elle, "Here, I think just a couple more coatings of... special sauce and we're done."

Elle grinned, took the saucepan, placed it underneath Savannah and then slammed the dildo she had strapped around her waist through the other girl's open back door and deep into her bowels.

Despite clearly being exhausted Savannah moaned lustfully as her shit pipe was filled with strap-on dick, continuing to moan as Elle began butt fucking her at a slow but steady pace. The difference was her first moan had been of pure joyful as her rectum was once again entered and filled, the second was a mixture of joy and disappointment as she was sodomised, but not that roughly, a fact which soon had Savannah moaning, "More. Harder. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me harder. Pound my butt, ooooohhhhh!"

"You want it harder huh?" Elle grinned.

"Oh yes, please butt fuck me harder. Fuck my butt hard. Ooooohhhhhh yeeeesssss, mmmmmmm, fuck me! Butt fuck me just like that. Oh sodomise me, please sodomise me. Fuck my bottom. Ooooohhhhh, fuck my bitch bottom. Mmmmmm, fuck Marti's bitch in her bottom, mmmmmmm!" Savannah cried out, her moans quickly became more joyful as Elle picked up the pace, the sound of the guard's thighs smacking off the cheerleader's ass echoing throughout the room as Elle got down to some serious butt pounding.

As the dildo began speedily slamming in and out of Savannah's ass hole Marti pulled up a chair in front of her girlfriend, her strap-on positioned so it was only inches away from Savannah's lips. Taking the hint Savannah opened her mouth and swallowed the head of Marti's dick, happily sucking her own ass juice as that same flavour covered Elle's cock.

Marti smiled as she watched Savannah's lips work up and down the dildo, "That's it baby, suck my cock. Oh, you look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth. Suck it good. Suck your ass off my cock. Mmmmmmmm, good girl. You're such a good girlfriend. You're such a good bitch."

Savannah smiled around the strap-on in her mouth, quickly trying to swallow more of it as the other strap-on was being pounded in and out of her ass.

"Yeah, suck it cheerleader. Suck your girlfriend's cock while you're taking mine in your slutty little ass." Elle said lustfully as she smacked the ass she was fucking, "Suck every drop of your slutty cheerleader ass off that strap-on while you're taking every inch of my strap-on up your slutty cheerleader ass. Mmmmmmmm, that's it cheerleader. Your girlfriend's right, you look so good with a cock in your mouth. Cheerleaders always look good with cock in their mouths, especially when there's one in their asses too. Mmmmmm, your ass looks so hot taking every inch of my cock inside it. I can't get enough of your ass cheerleader. It's so fucking hot!"

Elle realised she was calling Savannah 'cheerleader' a lot, which was a nickname she used for someone else. Then again it was appropriate as Elle was currently butt fucking a cheerleader, and loving every moment of it.

Elle really did have a thing for cheerleaders, and the one in front of her was virtually perfect. Cute, almost mandatory peppy personality and a rocking body. Her ass in particular was a work of art, a nice round bubble butt, not too big or too small, and just right for fucking.

It reminded Elle of another ass. Then again Elle had been thinking about that ass, and the girl it was attached too, quite a lot recently and she had got used to pushing her thoughts of that girl aside and concentrating on what she was currently doing.

On this occasion it was particularly difficult as she was with a cheerleader with an ass just as made for fucking, that butt hole stretching around her dildo so beautifully, just like... but Elle managed to focus. Besides, it once Elle really started pounding Savannah's pooper as hard and as deep as she possibly could things got easier.

Of course who Elle was thinking of was pretty irrelevant when she had Savannah squealing through orgasm after orgasm, the Hellcat's cum squirting downwards into the saucepan as Elle drilled her ass.

When Elle eventually tired and pulled back Tracey wasted no time in taking her fellow guard's place. In fact Elle was barely out of the butt hole before Tracey was fake balls deep inside it, the older woman then immediately beginning to settle into a hard, rectum wrecking pace.

This was not because Tracey lacked mercy. If anything she was being merciful as Savannah's back shoot was so open and primed for pounding it would have been cruel not to give the girl what she obviously wanted.

Savannah of course made it very clear Tracey was giving her exactly what she wanted by screaming in ecstasy around Marti's dildo, the submissive cheerleader really working over that toy as her body was rocked with yet another orgasm.

"That's it, cum for me you little bitch!" Tracey laughed as she continued her severely hard thrusting into Savannah's rectum, "Cum for me like the bitch you clearly are! Mmmmmm, fuck yeah! Cum as you take it in both ends bitch! Cum like a whore as you take my cock in your ass and your girlfriend's cock in your mouth!"

Throughout her second butt fucking and for most of her third Savannah had sucked Marti's cock, cleaning most of it of her anal juices. However in between the handcuffs and the guard's hands holding her in place she had no way of manoeuvring herself so she could get those last few inches. She tried to stretch her head downwards enough to swallow the entire thing, and she succeeded in getting a few inches down her throat, but she just couldn't take the whole thing.

Just as Savannah began thinking she'd have to wait until the end of her third ass fucking to finish cleaning Marti's fake dick her girlfriend thrust her hips forwards and buried every single inch down Savannah's gullet.

For a few seconds Savannah happily sucked, and then Marti began a steady thrusting motion.

This wasn't the first time Marti had fucked Savannah's face. It was actually becoming something of a beloved regular occurrence, but it was only the second time Marti had used Savannah's mouth like a cunt or an ass hole while Savannah's ass hole was being fucked. It took a bit of getting used to but Savannah quickly grew to love it, the submissive girl sucking at her rectum juices as best she could as her mouth and ass were brutally fucked, the sensation truly making her feel like a pig being spit roasted.

It only got hotter as Tracey said, "Fuck, you're such a whore. Look at you, taking every inch of that cock down your throat, letting your girlfriend fuck your pretty little face. Mmmmmmmm, you'd be such a popular bitch."

"Or slut." Elle added as she watched the other two blondes fucking the brunette.

The guards continued talking but Marti ignored them and said, "Oh baby, you're taking my cock so good. You make me so proud. I love it when you take every inch of my strap-on down your throat. Mmmmmmm, I love fucking your pretty face baby. Oh Savannah, I love you. I love you so much my beautiful little up the butt girl. I love my girlfriend. I love my bitch."

It was Marti's words which Savannah concentrated on and it was those words, along with the perverted sensation of being spit roasted and of course the massive dildo ramming her rectum, that had Savannah cumming again. It was mostly as wonderful as always, but it was also at least partially painful as the orgasm rocked her exhausted body, all her holes aching with soreness. However Savannah remained determined to take whatever she was given.

Marti on the other hand recognised when enough was enough.

"OKAY, I think we have enough special sauce now." Marti said, her first word being loud enough to make Tracey stop and both guards to look at her.

Tracey briefly thought of continuing, but like the other two dominant women she had enjoyed her fair share of quiet but satisfying climaxes while fucking Savannah's ass. Also, if she was honest with herself, she too could do with the rest.

So Tracey slowly pulled out and stood back, she and Elle admiring the state of the submissive girl's poor pooper. Savannah's shit hole was so open they could have probably shoved one of the chickens inside that gaping crater, put Savannah on a plate and attempt to serve the prisoners chicken wrapped in ass.

Deciding that what they were actually going with would be more fun Tracey did what Elle had done a few moments ago and picked up the saucepan and emptied the collection of cum and cunt cream all over the remaining meat.

Meanwhile the scene between the Hellcats had gone from hard and brutal too soft and loving as Marti had stopped throat fucking her girlfriend and was instead now stroking her hair and cooing softly as Savannah tried to get her breath back.

"Marti... am I your prison bitch now?" Savannah eventually asked softly.

"Yes baby, you're my prison bitch." Marti smiled softly.

Savannah returned the smile, "I love you."

"I love you too." Marti said, kissing Savannah softly and then smiled again, "Now, I know you just enjoyed a spit roast, but I think there are a couple of guards with a nice little ass flavoured dessert for you, if you're up for it..."

"Oh, I'm up for it." Savannah grinned, only having to wait a few moments before she was uncuffed at which point she slid down onto her knees and turned around where she found two ass flavoured cocks waiting for her. Licking her lips Savannah grabbed both dildos by their bases and began going back and forth between them, greedily sucking every drop of butt juice off those cocks, delighting in the flavour the prisoners of Gehanna would soon be enjoying.

*

Kat undid the cuffs as soon as they’d left the admin block and were in the prison proper. Faith rubbed her wrists, they had been tighter than they needed to be - it was good that she could still make the guards fear her.

"Run along, then," Kat said.

"Like a good little puppy," said Faith, her grin suggested she wasn’t a puppy but a rabid hound. Kat didn’t flinch, but her fingers stroked at her taser. Faith smiled and walked away, whistling.

As she headed back to her cell Faith reflected on how easy it seemed to be for her to switch roles. One moment she was passionately sucking on a strap-on cock which had just been in her ass, the next she was walking through Gehanna like she owned the place.

It was like she was becoming bipolar or something, or at least it would if her submission wasn't a total act, designed to lure Willow into a false sense of security so that Faith could get revenge on her. She'd get her revenge on B too; butt fuck her little sister right in front of her, er best friend toohen finally B herself. It would be difficult to get revenge on Lilah, the woman was virtually untouchable, but Faith would find a way. Maybe she would lend her B a few times, make her think they had a agreement before double crossing her, knocking her out, tying her up and ass fucking her twice as hard as Faith's ass had just been fucked. Then keep fucking her ass until the Governor was her sniffling bitch.

Her plans of revenge, her anger, and every ounce of dominance inside of Faith seemed to evaporate in seconds as she was marched into her cell where she saw her top.

The Witch was lying on her bed seemingly so engrossed in a book she didn't even notice her cellmate and the guard enter. Faith knew better.

"Faith... come over here." Willow said, almost nonchalantly.

Gulping softly Faith did as she was told.

"Were you a good girl for Lilah?" Willow asked, finally looking up from her book.

"Yes." Faith answered softly.

Willow looked her in the eye for a moment as if she was trying to decide whether to believe her or not. Then the Witch said, "Show me your butt hole."

Faith blushed, pushed her prison bottoms and panties down and then turned around. She didn't do any of this particularly quickly, but Faith was sure to really slow down as she bent over for her top because she knew Willow liked it when she bent over slowly. Faith also slowly reached back and spread her ass cheeks. She hadn't been asked to do this, slowly or otherwise, but she hadn't been asked not to and it was something else Faith knew Willow liked.

"Wow Faith... she gave you a real rectum wrecker." Willow said happily as she marvelled at the sight of her bitch's gaping open ass hole.

"Miss Morgan was a very enthusiastic butt fucker." Faith blushed.

"I can see that." Willow said, sitting up and tracing the gaping crater that was Faith's butt hole with her finger, "Do you have a message for me from her?"

"Yes... Miss Morgan wanted me to tell you... Rory Gilmore. She said you'd know what that meant." Faith said.

"Really... interesting." Willow murmured thoughtfully, "Anything else?"

Faith bit her lip, briefly considering pretending that was all, before truthfully replying, "Miss... Miss Morgan also wanted me to tell you that... that I was the perfect bitch. That I have a ass that's made for fucking, that I always needed a real top to put me in my place, and that she is grateful to the top who has housebroken and trained me to be the perfect bitch." Faith said, blushing again.

"Wow." Willow said. She had been expecting some type of message from Lilah as the Governor had promised a performance report on Faith, but she hadn't expected it to be so glowing, "Good job Faith. You've made your top so proud."

Faith's heart fluttered with happiness knowing her top was proud of her. Then as that thought echoed through her head she felt embarrassed and ashamed.

The Slayer had plenty of time to reflect on it as Willow momentarily became lost in staring into her bitch's bowels. When the Witch finally snapped out of it she opened her mouth to order Faith to stand up, then she got a better idea. Grinning wickedly Willow laid back and waited for Faith to try and stand up. When she did, and impressively long time later, Willow said, "No, stay where you are. I have a lot of reading to catch up on and I like having your gaping ass hole right there. It makes such a pretty view, and it reminds me of what I'll be enjoying after I'm done reading."

Knowing that any argument would only result in punishment Faith remained where she was, bent over and spreading her ass cheeks so Willow could admire Lilah's handiwork while she read. As she was forced to stay in this uncomfortable and humiliating position Faith once again thought about how this had to stop, how a top of her calibre shouldn't have to deal with this shit, and to her shame how she was looking forward to her top having a go at widening her already pretty stretched out butt hole with a nice, deep anal pounding once she was done reading.