California

Ah, what time is it again? Does it really matter? No... I have Tara on her back, naked, with lots of food stuff around. I want to make a sundae on her tummy, then lick it off with Fred, but for now we'll settle for honey.

Oh, and I'm fucking Tara with a cherry. Fred giggles as the small red fruit slides in and out. Tara sighs, breathing heavier, almost ready to come. My eyes are wide and I'm grinning, loving how her folds hug the fruit when I pull it out, as if they don't want it to leave. Or the fruit is too happy within its warm, snugly confines to leave.

Tara is so wet and slick and the cherry is dripping with her juices. I hold it up, licking it clean, then putting it back inside Bunny. Fred is looking hungry, sort of disappointed I've not given her a taste yet.

I pull out the cherry and raise it above her head. She has her tongue stuck out and catches the drops on her tongue. She takes the whole thing into her mouth and sucks it dry. I'm amazed...

I take the cherry out of her mouth, making an audible popping sound, not unlike T's t's trim. I put the cherry back inside her soaked quim, fucking her with it some more.

The cherry is so slick and moist and going in and out of Tara faster than before. I'm almost afraid the stem will come lose and the cherry will be lost inside of Tara. Imagine how embarrassing that would be! And I also imagine the hard-on the doctor would get fishing his fingers inside of my sweet Tara.

"Close your eyes, Bunny."

I pull the cherry out gently, mesmerized by the way her outer lips keeps a hold of it for as long as possible. I rub the cherry on her lips, allowing her to get a good taste of herself. She grimaces, wrinkling her face slightly, but then accepts the cherry into her mouth. I pull the stem out, allowing her to finish eating.

I put my head between her legs again, after teasing her for the last 30 minutes or so, she's about ready to burst. Running my tongue over her clit makes her jerk back and forth, her breathing heavier and more ragged than just seconds before. Fred knows what to do, putting her mouth Tara's nipple, sucking gently.

Tara comes almost instantly with a loud moan. I know Jenny heard that one. God, I never thought my little Bunny would be a screamer. Christ, I need ear plugs the next time!

Her come is all over my h. Ih. I swallow a lot of it, but keep some in my mouth, as I reach up to kiss Fred. She licks my lips clean, and sticks her tongue in my mouth without warning. I break the kiss, then reach down to kiss Ton ton the mouth. By now my mouth is "clean" which kind of bummed her out. Bunny seems to have a taste for herself now since she ate that cherry.

"Wow, guys, so this is what it's like to have a girlfriend who knows what she's doing."

Fred looks sympathetically at Tara. "Well, we'll always be good to you!"

"Guess Willow was a cold fish, then, eh?"

Tara looks like she wants to hold back, but blurts out before she can get it back in, "In the three years I was with her, I never once..." then she stops, covering her mouth. But we both knew what she wanted to say.

"Well, Bunny, it looks like we have a hell of a lot of fun to catch up on!"

I get the bottle of honey and drizzle it on her tummy and on up to her tits, nearly covering everything above her quim in it. Me and Fred start from the top of her breast and start licking on down, slowly, both of us in perfect time, licking and sucking on Tara's nipples. Fred is a bit faster than me, but I like to savor it, the flavor of the honey and the salty taste of her sweat making it an even sweeter experience than usual.

We kiss down to her tummy, almost fighting each other to see who can get to her bellybutton first. Our tongues dance along the edge , alternating fast and slow. We both reach her button at the same time. Both of us try to stick our tongue in, but we keep reaching each other's tongue. It feels good and electrified, the way a tongue kiss should. But it's Tara who needs the loving the most. I sit back and let Fred have first dibs. I squirt a bit more honey in her belly button and let Fred lick and suck it out.

Then I squirt some more in and do it the saThe The feeling of softness and warmth of her tummy while I rest my face on it, licking it out is exactly why I like girls like Tara. I swear to god, if she ever loses her little pot belly, I'll kill her. Jokingly thought, of course.

While I'm still busy worshipping Tara's tummy, Fred is already downtown going to work. The girl's pussy eating skills keep getting better and better. It almost seems like she's willing to experiment more with Tara than me, as if she's afraid I'll get mad at her. Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that. But at the rate she's going, I might not even havelet let her use me as a teaching tool. Though, practice does make perfect, I say with a glint of lust in my eyes.

I whisper into Tara's ear, while she's shaking and moaning, writhing, that I want a 69 with her. I mount her face, then reach my hand down between her legs. At first Fred looks like I just interrupted her party or something.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Baby Bird, I'll stay out of your way."

While she continues licking Tara's clit, I'm back to finger fucking her. Again Tara doesn't last long, but we stay in this position, none of us willing to relinquish our position. I'm so close to coming, and after a third time in our session, I can tell Tara is too.

But our night isn't over there, not by a long shot. Tara comes again, and I come myself, but the night is just beginning. Little Fred is especially in need of a good hard fuck.

I have a bottle of BBQ sauce I managed to steal from the shithole joint that kicked us out yesterday. I open it up, letting Fred get a big whiff of it. "Mmmmm, BBQ!" She licks a bit of the sauce that has dried up on the lid, then I spread it around her already wet cunt.

This is better than any ribs I've ever eaten. I never thought about putting food on my lover's quim before, but I'm loving it. The slightly cold sauce must feel great on Fred's burning hot core. And I'm loving to lick it off. I put some more on, and let Tara get a nice taste of.

I dip my fingers into the jar, getting the sauce to cover my fingers, then insert them inside Fred. I gently pull them out then stick my tongue inside her, going to work finding the sweet BBQ sauce, made even sweeter by Fred's come.

Again, I let Tara do the same thing. For somebody who didn't like to eat the ribs yesterday, she sure is enjoying it now. Before long, we're nearly out of sauce, but Fred keeps on coming. Tara bends over and whispers something in my ear.

"I love the way you think, Bunny!"

I get Fred into a 69, her on top. My legs are spread, feeling her hot breath against my clit. She's spread open, in a better position for me to probe her with my tongue. I'm licking around, finding the last traces of the bbq sauce I had inside of her. My fingers replace my tongue as I start to lick at her clit. Fred is still so tight, I often wonder if any of this is painful to her. If it is, I'd never know it the way she's making love to my clit with her tongue.

I hear Tara whispering to Fred, "Shhhh, it's okay. sweetie. I'm just going to eat your ass."

Wow, Bunny has a raunchy mouth on her, I knew she wasn't so shy, just like Fred, I'm able to bring the animal out of her.

Fred is kind of shy, seemingly not wanting to go through with this. "Relax, sweetie. It'll feel good."

Fred willingly obeys and boy she must be glad she did! Her body is jerking hard, I can hear her moaning into me while Tara runs her tongue along Fred's ring. I'm sucking hard, yet gentle on her clit, running my teeth along it. Looks like Baby Bird won't be able to hold out much longer. She's moaning and screaming in pleasure into my cunt.

Finally the girl comes, and she comes with force all over my face. I can still hear Tara's tongue going to work on Fred's backdoor, so why should I stop? Besides, I need to come again, too. I love to clean off Fred's little pussy anyway. Once she's came, she usually comes again very quickly, and even stronger the second time. I'm sliding my fingers in and out of her, her wet sex making a sort of slurping noise as I continue to fuck it.

Very few girls I know could take this much, and the only one I truly loved was Buffy. There is no doubt these two girls are my new soul mates. It's like we can sense when each other will come.

"Get ready!" I heard Fred giggling, and before I even realize what is happening, a huge orgasm is hitting me at full force.

Oh god, that's a monster. My head is swimming, but I still concentrate more on making Fred come again. After making me feel like that, she deserves it. And boy do I love making her come again, and again, and again. And Tara seems like such an ass girl. Not that I blame her, my two girls have the most worshipable asses ever, at least since B, and if not more so.

When Fred comes again, she's almost as loud as Tara was before. No more shy girl whimpers for her, she's not able to hold back any of it. Jenny even knocks on the wall for us to quiet down, not that we care what she thinks.

My god, we're nearly fucking passed out, the three of us on the bed. All shagged out, at least for now. When we open our eyes again, it's about 15 minutes later, the tiny catnap put us in the mood for some more loving.

"I'm thirsty," Fred pipes up.

"I think we all are, sweetie." Tara gives Fred a little hug, and holds her hand.

"Guys, I really need a beer. Or any kind of alcohol."

"Well, I'm 20, Faith. I know you're not old enough."

"Hey, sad but true, Bunny." Then we both look at Fred.

"I'm old enough, but I don't like alcohol. Actually, I never really tried it..."

"What, you kidding, Baby Bird?"

Fred meekly shakes her head no.

"Faith, I've had it before, but didn't like the hangover."

"Oh, c'mon, Bunny. It's not like you have to drink til you're fucking shit-faced! Just a little tipsy."

I hear Jenny yell from downstairs. "Guys, I'm going out for a bit, don't do anything to wake the neighbors!"

I roll my eyes, "Get fucked, Jenny!" I scream back.

The door slams, we laugh. Ha, got her goat.

"I'm gonna go look in the mini-fridge in Jenny's room."

"Faith, do you really think Jenny drinks alcohol? Besides, what is she, 16?"

"Nonsense, Bunny. All these fundy girls have their secrets. I've seen her sex toy collection, I've even borrowed a few of her toys without her permission."

Flipping on the lights, the rooms reeks of pussy. Ahhhhh, it almost puts me in the mood to go at it again. I could tell Jenny was doing something naughty when we were going down next door. That knocking on the wall must have been her foot from when she was doing her thing. Naughty girl, I just know one of these days she's gonna tackle me or one of the girls and pounce on us.

Fred and Tara are behind me. Fred is still a bit woozy from her last orgasm. I'm bent naked over her fridge, looking through it. I almost give up on my search, but then I find it. And sure enough, wouldn't you notice it? Hidden behind all of the 40 oz Cokes and bottled water is a bottle of Jack Daniels. Two bottles of JD! One totally filled up, one half empty. Wow, Jenny must like to party.

I open the half drank bottle and take a big swig.

"C'mon guys, it's good!"

Fred grabs the bottle and takes a small drink.

"Wow," she coughs, "that burns!"

"Only until you get used to it! C'mon, Bunny, have a drink! One won't hurt."

"I don't know, Faith. If I drink too much, you know, hangover city."

"Hair of the dog, as they say," Fred intones, trying to do a Humphrey Bogart impersonation.

"That's cute, Baby Bird. Here... have another sip!"

Fred does as I say, coughing and gagging just like before. I laugh at her.

"My throat is burning!"

"Naw, it's cool. You'll get used to it soon enough."

God knows with her size, she'll be drunk in a hurry.

"C'mon, Bunny, have a drink."

"Well, okay, Faith, but just one."

Bunny took a much bigger drink than just one, wow, she nearly downs the rest of the bottle.

"Wow, that's nice," she has trying to stifle a cough.

Then Fred grabs the bottle out of her hand and downs what was left in it.

"Hee, I feel sorta dizzy." Awwww, I knew it wouldn't take Fred much time to get drunk.

I start drinking on the unopened bottle, and so does Bunny. Before long, we're all totally fucking shit-faced.

"Wow, then like, she tried to unjam the toaster by putting a fucking fork in it! I swear to Christ, Chocha was one stupid fucking cunt. She was screaming and crying, her fucking hair almost caught on fire! This one fucking guard who was fucking her had to rescue her! Oh god, and they knew I fucking did it, but couldn't fucking prove it! I still laugh to this fucking day."

I have Fred and Tara rolling on the floor with laughter with tales of my time in prison. The people I fucked with, the people who tried to fuck with me and ended up getting fucked back a thousand times harder.

"Guys, you know what I think we should do?"

"What, Baby Bird?"

"Why don't we go downtown and get us some navel piercings? Wouldn't that be cute?"

She rests her head on Tara's bare tummy, starting to lick it.

Tara is giggling, "Stop it, Fred, I'm ticklish right now. You'll make me pee."

"I'd love to see that!" I speak up.

"Peeing on Jenny's floor, I like it!" Wow, Baby Bird must be bitter.

"I think Baby Bird is right, Bunny. Wouldn't that look cute on us? Even little Fred has such a nice tummy. Then, we could get those velvet choker things, with each other's initials on it! Yeah, that'd be the motherfucking bomb!"

"But what about money? I don't have any."

"I got a goddamned job! I'll get paid this coming Friday." I belch loudly, which would usually be nasty, I think, but my girls are laughing again.

"But I can't expect you to pay for my stuff!"

"Just as long as you're there to hold me, and finger me, I'll be happy."

"Awwww, I love you guys." Tara puts her head on my chest, holding me close. Fred puts her little arms around us, squeezing tight.

"Guys, we gotta get dressed first. As much as people want to see our bare asses, I know the fucking cops in this town would throw us in jail."

We sloppily put our clothes on. I'm not quite sure what I'm wearing, or if it's even on right. We stumble out the door, walking towards downtown. We're loud, funny, obnoxious and rude.

"Maybe I should get a tattoo that says 'My piddy belongs to Tara and Faith!'"

"That'd be cute, Baby Bird. You really do love us, don't you?"

"Why yes, I love you guys so much. I love it when your heads are down there, and my head is, you know, down there for you too," she's giggling, blushing. Even when she's drunk she has a hard time talking dirty.

Everybody is looking at us when we're walking downtown. Fred takes a header towards the pavement, dragging Tara with her. Oh my god, Baby Bird forgot to wear panties!

"Ooooops! I showed off da muff!" Fred is laughing her ass off. Tara tries to stand up but falls down drunk again on top of Fred. Tara laughs, tries to stand up, but has to get me to do it for her.

Some people are staring, one guy has an obvious hard-on from seeing Fred's stuff. I walk up to them, making them back away nervously.

"God, my girls are sweet, aren't they? They're my girls!" I laugh a sexy giggle before skipping back towards them. They're off the ground and dusting themselves off.

"Wow, Fred, you better be careful, not sure who might see you."

"It's okay, only you and Tara find me attractive anyway1"

"That guy's hard-on says otherwise."

"Eeeek" Fred hugs me tight, barely letting me walk.

"It's okay, he's too shy to approach me I think. Must be some snob who is too good to get drunk on cheap alcohol!" I laugh, resting my head on Tara's shoulder.

"There's the tattoo and piercing place! Think if I show off da muff we'll get a free piercing?"

"Don't do it, Baby Bird, don't want to give the perv any more of a thrill than you have to."

"Ooops, but I'll have to, this is a once piece thing!"

"It's okay, we won't let the man touch you down there."

"Heh, thanks Tara!"

From there on out it's pretty much a blank page. The only thing I remember is hours later, waking up lying stomach down, with Tara and Fred. It seems like the pain hits us all at once!

"OUCH!"

We look down, noticing our pierced navels, and the splitting pain in our heads.

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten drunk."

"Relax, Bunny, at least you finally got that piercing. And wow, so did I."

"And me too!" Fred lifted up her dress, showing off her piercing with pride.

"Guys, the best way to get over a hangover is with sex!"

"My ride will be here soon!"

"Oh fuck, is it Monday already?"

"Yeah, don't you have to be at work?"

"Fucking hell! I'm already two fucking hours late for work. Christ, Jenny will never forgive me."

"Well, as long as you're a little bit late already..."

It was another 69, one last one for the weekend between us. Fred was gonna be the lucky girl who got it with both tongues. I agreed to be on ass duty this time and Tara was on the bottom.

It's amazing how wrapped up you can get into sex. There was a knock on our door, but I was too involved to even hear it. I felt so bad for Fred with what happened next, her being so shy and sweet.

When the door opened, Jenny, along with Gunn and Wesley walked through the door only to be met with a shock.

"Oh my god!" I heard Jenny say.

Fred was still spread wide open by Tara underneath her, and I had her ass wide open, my tongue still worshipping her tiny pink ros.
.

"Oh my god, who said that?" Fred was nervous, hyperventilating.

"WOW! I gotta get a picture of this!" I heard that annoying limey fruit Wesley say, as he rushed off out of the room.

"Oh my god! They didn't see anything, did they?"

I let her ass cheeks go back together, and Tara's hand cover's up Fred's quim.

"I don't know what to say."

"Charles?"

Fred gets off the bed, covering herself in the bed sheets.

"I thought you said you were waiting for marriage, Fred."

"I'm sorry, Charles. It's just with that creepy Wesley guy around all the time, I needed somebody to look out for me."

"But why didn't you just tell me you were gay?"

"Because I was afraid it'd break your heart, and you wouldn't protect me from creepy limey boy."

Wow, Fred must still be drunk, I'm not used to hearing her bad mouth people, even if it is Pussy Limey Boy.

"But I still would have made sure he'd not hurt you. I am a gentlemen after all. Besides, Wes annoys me too. I'd kick his ass just for fun."

"Awwww, I'm sorry Charles, so no hard feelings?"

"Naw, none, Fred. Now, get dressed and let's go home."

Wesley came back in the room with camera in hand.

"Bloody hell! C'mon, Fred, get on the bed and spread your legs for your special Uncle Wesley!"

Gunn hit Wes square in the face.

"No, leave Fred alone." It's kind of cool that other people are so willing to be Baby Bird's bodyguard, though I am a bit jealous.

"Hee, hee, thanks, Charles."

"We'll miss you, Baby Bird."

"I can come back next weekend, right guys?"

Charles nodded his head, but Wesley was looking bitter, his left eye swelling slightly, acting they have a say in the matter. Hell, even if me and Tara have to drive up there and drag her back down here, she's gonna end up here one way or another.

Me and Tara exchanged naked hugs with Fred, who almost had tears in her eyes.

"I'll call you, Baby Bird."

"Okay, I'll call you too, ay-sap!"

As soon as they were gone, Jenny was livid.

"Get dressed, Faith, you're going to work! I had to jump through hoops with the boss there so he'd not fire your ass. I think I have a date with him now, oy vey. But it's no big deal now, you'll just have to get your ass to work and maybe put in some overtime."

"Yeah, whatever," I drunkenly slur.

"My god, have you been drinking? Faith! That's a parole violation!"

"Oh, get that stick out of your ass, Jenny."

Jenny walked off in a huff. But no worries. I got showered, dressed and took Bunny with me to work. Nobody even seemed to notice she wasn't supposed to be there.

That had to be the longest day in my life. When we got home, we passed out on the couch. I was laying on top of Tara, my arms wrapped tightly around her. Awwww, she feels so good.


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Part Thirteen - Let It Come Down


I'm awaken hours later by what sounds like thousands of cars blowing their horn. Where am I? The room is too hot and I'm sweating. This certainly is not Jenny's house, not even if vandals nicked everything. I look down, noticing I've been sleeping on concrete. Tara is nowhere to be seen. Or at least I think Tara was here.

I sit up, stretching a bit. My body is killing me, last thing I remember I was falling asleep in the arms of my lover, now I wake up to this? Was all that just a beautiful dream? And who brought me here? I know Jenny was bummed that she didn't get to have fun with me, but I know she's my girl. But then again, I thought the same thing about B, until she stabbed me in the gut. But Jenny is better than B, I know it.

The noise outside is deafening, even in the expanse of this warehouse. A giant fan in the back of the room seems to blot out the sound a little bit, but not enough. It's sounding like a war zone here. I even hear guns popping off in the distance. I walk up to the fan, trying to get cooled off a bit, but wouldn't you know it just recycles the hot air already here? Would a fuckin' floor fan be too much to ask for? Not finding one here. This place is totally empty.

I open a side door, going outside to have a look around. The early morning sun nearly blinds me. God, I'm in the fucking shithole of the world. It even smells like a sewer here. The palm trees blowing in the wind only seem to make the smell worse. God, what now? Shit scented trees? I'm surrounded by the squalor of a low income housing project. The cheap, nearly cardboard houses are stacked up against each other, looking like they're nearly gonna collapse on top of each other. Of course, when this town turns to Arizona Bay, not even the rich fucks will be spared, so I guess it doesn't matter.

The freeway is just a few feet above the building. So, that is where the sounds came from. The cars creep along, engines roaring, horns honking, as if it was gonna make the dildo in front of them go any faster. There is no doubt I'm in Los Angeles. I can actually read the fucking signs on the highway, I'm so close to it. I give the finger to some old bitch in a BMW. A few other drives stick their finger out their windows. Yeah, yeah, yeah, assholes.

I'm scared shitless by an airplane that comes roaring over the building. I duck inside, thinking it's gonna take the fucking roof off the joint. Ah, good ol' Los Angeles. Where the LAX flight pattern is right over where the poor people live. Not that I really care about them. I remember hearing helicopters from time to time overhead when I stayed at the Immoral Liaisons Hotel. And some airplanes, very small ones that would take off from Sunnydale Airport. Nothing like this though.

I'm sitting in the middle of this floor, all alone. I'm not frantic, but I'm getting there. What has happened to me? I almost want to cry, but know I can't allow my weak side to show, especially if somebody is watching me. A quick scan of the warehouse ceiling doesn't reveal any cameras, but that doesn't mean there aren't some hidden.

God, I should have known stupid Jenny would be involved in something crooked. That has to be it. She ended up getting herself and Tara snuffed, and I was dumped in this warehouse two hours away. My memory had been erased of everything, and i just remembered it all, which means the men in black will soon be by with their little flashy red dot thing.

Okay, I didn't just think that, did I? God, I'm going out of my mind now. No, I'm not crazy yet, but I'm close...

Oh great, now my mind is on a loop. I must blot out everything. Or go look for Fred. I should probably warn her that bad guys are on their way. But what day is it? How long have I been out? A calendar on the wall is from June 1986, complete with picture of Nancy Reagan and Arnold from Different Strokes.

I wonder for a moment if I should go out into the daylight. Maybe find a phone that works. The pay phone on the wall is out of order, probably hasn't worked since the calendar on the wall was changed.

I look down, noticing just how undressed I am. Sure, I have my boots on, but no knife. ts tts to have my trusty Jackal with me, or else it could be curtains. Can't always depend on your fists, even if you're a Slayer. I got on these cute penguin pajama pants, and a white t-shirt with no bra on. Maybe the convenience store across the street has a pay phone, I could call a cab. But I got no goddamn money for the fair.

I sigh, sadly, and wonder how I could get across town to my sweet Fred. I'm almost suspecting Wesley is involved somehow, since I got a piece of his Fred and he didn't. Or maybe he's still miffed at that little torture episode a few years ago. The Brits always seem to hold onto bitterness for far too long.

While I'm over at the store, begging the man to let me use his phone.

"C'mon, your pay phone is broken too. It's a local call. Hell, I'll give you these three quarters."

"Silly customer! The phone is not for personal calls!"

"Oh well, you asked for it." He flinches, like I'm gonna pull out a gun and blow his fucking brains out. Not a chance. I lift up my t-shirt, showing him my tits. His eyes are fixated on me for a few seconds, and obvious bulge begins growing in his pants.

"Sweet Gandhi in hell! My poor loins!"

As he disappears into the back, I jump the counter, making it to his phone.

"Fred? Are you okay?"

"Sure, Faith, why do you ask?"

"What happened to Jenny? Or Tara? Have they tried to call you?"

"Faith, what's wrong? Aren't you at home with them?"

"I thought I was, but when I woke up today..."

"It must be the Warehouse Gremlin."

"Fred?"

"The Warehouse Gremlin, silly. He gets all the kids from the east coast who migrate out here."

"Am I safe from him? He isn't gonna kill me, or my friends, right?"

"Naw, he n'tn't have any teeth or claws anyway. Just a really fast car."

"Okay, I'm gonna come to you, I just have to find my way."

"It should be eao fio find. Just tap into the Warehouse Gremlin's mindset, and he'll lead you to me."

"Ohhhhhhhkay, Fred. I'll c-ya soon."

She giggles and hangs up the phone.

Outside the gang warfare continues.

"I'll kick yer muthafuckin' ass, S.A."

Then an endless reign of gunfire rings out.

Just then Apu comes back.

"You didn't use the phone while I was away... restocking the... beef jerky, did you?"

"Nope, sure didn't."

I giggle looking at his pants. There is an obvious wet spot on the front of his pants, but rather than tell him, I skip across the street back to the safety of my warehouse.

A few hours l, wh, when the gunfire dies down some, and most of the lunch hour crowd is back at their office, I set out to find Fred. Of course, the idea to walk there seemed like a good idea when I first started out, but now two hours into my journey I second guess myself.

The hot winds blowing in from east are burning my skin, and my shirt is soaked with sweat. Oh fuck, just remembered, if I get arrested for anything, I could go back to big house. I look like I should be in a wet t-shirt contest. I try to cross my arms, for once being almost shy about my tits. The hot sun is making me almost delirious. The concrete jungle doing nothing to cool things down. The heat is trapped in the streets I walk upon. Then... darkness.

I think I'm dying because I see my entire life flash before my eyes. I know the man in my dream who treated me well. The man who was my real daddy, the one who treated me well and always gave me candy. I don't remember what happened to him, I just know all of the sudden HE came into my life.

Demon monsters from hell don't worry me any, because I know what a real monster looks like. It doesn't have giant teeth, horns, scaly skin. The real demons in the world are human, and oddly the ones bleeding hearts like Jenny or Buffy are most hesitant to take out.

"You're daddy's good little girl, aren't you?"

He's sitting in his favorite chair in the living room, reeking of motor oil and beer, sitting in ing ing but his underwear. He's forcing my hand to places where they shouldn't be, and smacking me whenever I try to move them.

"Stop moving your goddamn hand! Don't be a bitch like your mother."

"Where is mommy?"

"Your mommy is in the other room, and she doesn't care about you. She doesn't care about me either. We're a team, Faith. We have to get through this together. Your mom is a frigid cow. She's not let me fuck her in over a week, and that makes daddy's feel very sad. You don't want your daddy to feel sad, do you?"

I want to scream "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DADDY!" But the way he's grabbing my shoulders I know it's not a good idea to piss him off.

"Faith?"

"Yes, daddy," the words sting coming out of my mouth. I want to rip out my tongue every time I call him daddy.

"You love me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want to make me happy, don't you?"

I nod my head silently.

"Then don't move yound, nd, sweetie."

"I'm not you're sweetie!" my in brain is screaming, but my mouth whispers a low "sorry, daddy."

I try to move my hand again, but he senses it and holds it in place.

"Stop moving your goddamn hand, Faith!"

I remember that summer. Every single day my stepdad forced me to do something I hated. Either during the day, or he'd wake me up in the middle of the night, and force me to do whatever. At first I fought with all my might. Being a normal child, that wasn't much against a brute like him. By the end of it, I was so defeated I'd let him do anything he wanted to me. He even started to have his "friends" come over on some nights. So it goes.

What I wouldn't give to run into him now. Faith, the Slayer has five minutes all alone with her stepdad. Oh, the things I'd do to that sick motherfucker...

Though in my near death hallucination, I visit one scene that doesn't look faar. ar. Maybe I had repressed it all these years? I never remember going into my parent's bedroom before. It was always off limits to me, at least it was after HE came into my life. I think he feared I was going to get into his mechanics kit and destroy his equipment. Or afraid I'd kill him with one of his tools.

"You stupid fucking cunt, have you forgotten everything I told you to do?"

He smacks the back of head, even harder than before. I'm crying, on my knees, he's shouting at me to shut up.

"You're gonna ruin my high! Shut up and stop crying you fucking bitch!"

Then something comes over me. Something I should have thought of before, but never did. It was fear and helplessness before, but now it was rage and pain that guided my motions. One minute I was doing as he told me, "lick my shaft slowly, you fucking stupid whore!" then the very next second my teeth clamped down hard on his prick.

He was shrieking in pain, legs crossed, falling forward. I spat out what now seems to be tiny meat and mouthful of blood. That which caused me pain for so many months on end now looked so pathetic, tiny and worthless when severed from the monster that owned it.

I grabbed it and made my way to the bathroom, flushing it down the toilet. He was screaming, crawling on the floor, he was right outside the bathroom, nearly swimming in a puddle of his own blood. I look down the hallway, noticing he left a trail of hot red liquid all the way from his bedroom.

"Why, Faith? Why? You know I loved you."

I grab a toilet plunger, feeling the sharp end of it.

"Please, Faith, no!"

I position right as the base of his skull, ready to drive it through his brain stem, killing this fucking asshole once and for all when I hear another 757 scream overhead, waking me up. Goddammit!

I look around, and son of a bitch, wouldn't you know it, I'm back in the warehouse. I d I don't know what to think. Is this even the same warehouse? When I look around, I notice a big table and two chairs there. What, I have company?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes, walking towards the two chairs, that obviously have somebody in them.

"Hello?"

Who knows if this Warehouse Gremlin that Fred told me about had brought two more victims, or if this was gonna be some kind of gang war hit.

"Hell..." but before I can finish, I notice who this is. The tattoo on the left arm of one of them was exactly like the one my stepdad had.

And in my other chair, well, dear old mom.

Both of them are bound and gagged, their eyes shielded from what is about to become of them. Both of them are frantic, knowing that whatever it is, it's not gonna be good. The heat is baking on the inside, but oddly enough I'm feeling cooler than ever

I look over the tools on the table, not believing my eyes. My god, is this what I've been dreaming about all these years? I see just about anything I could want. Albert Fish's implements of hell are nothing compared to this shit.

I have comically huge strap-on here, what appears to be a very hungry rat, a cigarette lighter, my Jackal knife, a glass thermometer, a pair of scissors, a pair of pliers, a scalpel, a hammer, a hot glue gun, some lye, a water hose (since when does this place have water?) and strangest of all, a manual meat grinder.

I'm sure I can find some good use for this shit. Well, not that I've not dreamed about almost all of this before, but I have even more here than in my dreamy siy sick imagination immediately takes over, knowing what I'm gonna do with these things.

I walk over to them, still standing behind them, and remove their blindfolds.

"Well, well, well! Looks like the spider caught something in her web!"

They both scream into their gags. I'm wearing a huge smile on my face, a similar smile I get after a session of extremely pleasurable sex. I actually feel a tingle between my legs when I notice how freaked out they look.

"Gee, mom and dad, aren't you gonna say hi to your only daughter?"

They strain against the ropes, trying to move, but whoever tied them tied them tight enough so they couldn't move.

"Awwwww, don't make me feel bad, give me a hug! It's been so long!"

I love playing games with their heads.

"You don't want to give your own flesh and blood a hug? After so long? I really mean that little to you?"

Stepdad is actually screaming, sounding like he wants to be heard.

"Awwwww, I'm sorry daddy, I forgot you can't speak with that gag in your mouth. Here, let Faith take it off for you."

"You crazy bitch, what the fucking hell are you doing with us?"

I grab the hammer, smashing one of his kneecaps. He screams and cries, trying to grab a hold of it, but can't.

"Now, that wasn't a very nice thing to say about your only daughter, is it?"

"You're not my fucking daughter! You're a cocksucking whore!"

Idiot hasn't learned his lesson, so I smash his foot with the hammer.

"Gee, you have such a dirty mouth. Didn't you mother ever tell you it's not nice to use those words in front of a female?" I smirk at him, giving him a shit eating grin that seems to make his pain even worse.

I grab the scissors, walking over to him, bending down on my knees.

"What are yoing?ing? Look, I didn't mean what I said before, I just..."

"Shhhhh, don't worry, daddy. I'm just making it cooler for you. It's so hot in here, isn't it? You shouldn't have to suffer with it anymore."

I cut off his clothes, pants first then wife beater t-shirt. Then lastly, of course, the underwear.

"Don't cut me! Please, Faith, don't cut me!"

"Shhhhh," I soothingly stroke his face, "don't worry, you're safe with me."

Then I repeat the procedure with my mother. The thousands of dollars she spent on plastic surgery, rather than food, had paid off well, I must admit. She looks like a walking Barbie doll, rather than the 50 year old cow she really is.

I ungag her, but she doesn't have much to say. As with most mothers, she tries to guilt trip me out of my actions.

"But Faith, I'm your own mother! I'm the only one you will ever have!"

"Naw, I have a mother. Well, had one, a real mother. She died a few years ago of a brain tumor. You know? Grandma? She loved me, and I loved her. You... you're nothing to me."

"No!" she screams, shaking her head.

"All those days spent on my knees in front of your boyfriend. Then you go and marry him, then it happens more and more, and..."

She's screaming no at the top of her lungs, frantically shaking her head, as if it'll keep my voice from being heard.

I hold her head, looking her right in the eye. "A real mother doesn't let her own child get raped by their stepdad."

"No, I never knew..."

"You fucking knew, too. You knew every goddamn time he touched me."

She was silent, I took my Jackal knife, slicing off the fingers of her left hand above the second knuckle.

While she was still screaming in pain, I went to the chair, grabbing the strap-on. Putting it on made me feel a certain sense of power. Looking down at it, having a fake cock was kind of cool. It almost felt apart of me. My comically huge cock bobbing slightly as I walked towards my stepdad with the glass thermometer in my hand.

"Faith, what are you doing?"

"Something that should have been done long ago."

I slid it into his dickhole, which made him grunt a bit. A few tiny drops of blood made their way to the surface.

"Why, Faith, why?"

"Why? Stupid asshole. I almost was gonna let you get away without me doing this, but you insult my intelligence."

I took my black boot off my left foot and slammed it down straight on his cock. The glass thermometer shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces inside his cock, shredding his urethra.

The mangled piece of flesh between his legs looked like bloody, gory mess. I laughed as I squeezes cos cock, feeling the shards of glass inside move around, further cutting him up.

"I used to laugh at the last name of our neighbors, the Glasscock family. But well, now dad, it looks like you could change your name to Glasscock, eh?"

I scream with laughter as I cut him lose, he feels hunched over on the floor, his ass perfect exposed.

"This only hurts at first, you'll love it in the end. Oh, haha, I send you'll love it in the END, didn't I? Fucker."

I slam my cock right up his ass in one thrust, tearing him open. He's screaming in pain as I slide in and out of him. Fucking his ass with my huge cock, his blood the only lubrication.

"Jerk off in mommy's face," I tell him. "C'mon, I'll stop fucking your ass if you jerk off in her face. Jerk off in the whore's face, she likes it."

He can't bear to bring his hand to his cock, and I don't really want to touch it again, but I make an exception this time.

A few shards of glass go shooting out his dickhole, as does a lot of blood. It's so funny to watch him bleeding out of both ends. I can feel his warm ass blood running down my legs and I continue to buttfuck him, and the shards of glass and blood flying in my mom's face only encourages me to fuck him harder.

She's screaming, some of the glass is cutting her face. Oh, her perfect, fake, plastic Barbie face is gonna get cut up! I get bored with this, and grab the blowtorch. Very careful as to not catch myself on fire, I turn it on full blast, letting it roast his nuts some. I can see and smell the flesh melting, dripping onto the ground. Why he hasn't died yet makes me think he's one tough motherfucker.

Finally I withdraw from his ass and let the rat out of its cage. It crawls right up his ass, burrowing inside the giant hole the dildo left. I take off the strap-on, throwing it in the corner, careful not to touch the dildo part.

Just when I think he's finally dead, he starts screaming again, the rat must have hit paydirt. It comes running out of him, with a chord of his intestines behind it. The rat hits a snag as he can't run any faster, and starts to feast on his guts. Finally, after what had to be only a minute or so, he's dead.

Just to make sure, he's really dead, I use my Jackal to remove his head. I cut along the neck slowly, cutting away one layer of flesh, then cutting through the muscles. I'm not able to sever his neck, but the fact that i know he'll never come back to life after this gives me a feeling of great satisfaction.

"You killed him! How could you? You inhuman monster! You didn't have to do all that, but you killed him!"

My mother is frantic, screaming, still trying to get her good hand free, so she can wipe the glass and blood off her face.

"Don't worry, ma, I'll clean you off."

I spray the water in her face, making sure she's good and clean. The glass had taken a few chunks out of her, but otherwise, she looks tip top.

I throw some of the lye in her face, and it lands with a sizzle.

"It's called a chemical burn. Lye reacting with water." I say in my best Brad Pitt voice.

Her face sizzles and burns, smelling even worse than stepdad's cock did on fire.

"Oh, your hell is just beginning. And don't even think of screaming, nobody here can hear you."

And indeed, her screams are drowned out by the sound of another 757 landing at LAX.

I cut a tiny flap of skin on her arm with the Jackal.

"You know, mommy dearest, that parents are supposed to protect their children from the evils of the world? That when we go out there, it's you and fathers who are supposed to make sure that their baby doesn't end up in the hands of a monster?"

I use the pliers to rip a tiny bit of flesh, her screams come, but are drowned out by the rush hour traffic outside.

"I didn't hear you!"

I tear again, just enough for her to feel it, but not enough to allow her to pass out. That's the problem with amateur torturers, they do too much, then their victim goes into shock, feeling nothing afterwards.

"But what happens when the parent becomes the monster? Hmmmmm?"

"Faith, I don't know."

Again, I tear a tiny piece of flesh free.

"You're still not answering my fucking question!"

"Faith, I love you very much, and so did your stepdad."

I grab the hammer,shinshing it down on the Jackal as it tears through her forearm.

"Dare me to remove it? Or do you want to talk?"

"Faith, I never knew what was going on, trust me, honest to god, I didn't know."

"Fuck you. Don't even try to insult my fucking intelligence. You think I'm stupid?"

I pull the Jackal out of her arm with Slayer strength, pulling with it pieces of bone, blood and flesh.

"I'm tired of playing with you, this is over."

I take the knife and slice out her clit with it, then remove her outer lips. I fuck her over and over again, sliding the knife in and out of her hole, her sharp screams of pain echoing in the room, but soon are drowned out by air traffic.

A giant pool of blood is running down her legs, and I hear her take her final breath. I push her over, drowning her body in water, then up dump the rest of the lye on her, allowing it to melt off any flesh. It doesn't do the job I want it to, but since I't 't have an acid bath around, it'll have to do.

I straighten up a bit, put my boot back on and pull up my pants and go outside. I look down, and much to my amazement, I don't have a drop of blood, or anything else on me.

I hail a taxi, "Take me to the Hyperion, please."

I feel something moving underneath me, and I wake up, I think. I look around, and I'm back in Jenny's house. Underneath me, Tara is stirring, then opens her eyes. I smile at her, getting a very sweet and loving smile back.

"Did you sleep well? Dream a pleasant dream?" she asks me.

I nod, "You don't know the half of it, Bunny."

I kiss her softly on the mouth.

Now that I'm thinking back on my dream, I'm kicking myself. C'mon, I was in a dream with my stepdad and a meat grinder, but I didn't use it on him? Oh well. It's supper time, and I'm feeling the old double H even more than usual.