The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

14.

“Ooooh, ooooh, yessssss! That’s five!”

“That’s not fair Buffy, you’ve got Slayer stamina and speed!”

The blonde laughed. “Excuses, excuses!” Faith writhed as Buffy slapped her left tit, the previous blows already making her titty flesh glow.

It was a normal Saturday morning in the depraved household that was the Summers home. Faith was laid out nude on the lounge table, a drool-inducing double-dildo gag stretching her mouth open, four inches impaling her throat as seven inches was impaling the red-haired witch gleefully bouncing up and down on her face, the cunt-juices of Buffy’s best friend adorning the Slayer’s face as Willow’s pert, alabaster butt jammed repeatedly into Faith’s face. At the same time a double dildo was strapped around the once boisterous Bostonian’s trim waist, eight inches jammed inside her cunt, the other eight up inside Buffy’s twat, every bounce of the groaning Slayer sending waves of pleasure through Faith’s nether regions, the juices of her two climaxes having spilt out onto her slender yet muscular legs, while Buffy’s five climaxes soaked Faith’s trim lower belly. Sweat and sex thickened the air as the two laughing, grunting teens rode their younger slave, Faith’s legs and arms hog-tied under her as a calculated extra humiliation by Buffy.

“Girls! Girls!” Joyce clapped her hands together as she entered through the front door. “Let Faith up, we have important things to discuss.”

“Oh mom.”

“Do you want to spend some time in the dungeon? I could always send for Cordelia and Anya to supervise you.”

“Sorry mom!” Buffy jumped up. “Come on Willow!”

”Unfasten Faith too, I want all three of you paying attention.”

Soon all three naked teens were knelt before the standing forty-something. Faith quailed inwardly at the severe look on Mrs. Smmers’ face. When the crazy middle-aged domme got that look in her eyes, someone was normally in for a whipping, usually her. “As you know, I’ve been doing some investigation of this town. It appears that the Mayor’s a demon.”

”Mr. Wilkins!” Willow gasped. “No way.”

Joyce impaled the red-head with a glare. “Are you doubting me, Willow? Do I have to punish you?”

Willow’s pale cheeks reddened as she looked down at the carpet. “No Mrs. Summers. I…I’m just surprised.”

“Yes, apparently he’s a very powerful sorcerer that’s ruled Sunnydale since its inception, I’m in the process of putting a plan to get rid of him.”

“What sort of plan, mom?”

“That’s still in the early stages darling.” Joyce smiled at her daughter, reaching down to tousle Buffy’s golden locks. “I want control of the Hellmouth for myself, but there’s a law firm in LA that have a serious interest, so I’m going there to negotiate with them next weekend. You girls will be on your own-.”

”Great,” Buffy glanced across at her fellow Slayer knelt between her and her best friend, “I’m sure we can find something fun, right Faith?”

The house-trained Slayer nodded meekly. ”Yes Mistress Buffy.”

Joyce threw her hands up in the air. “I’m telling you about a dangerous sorcerer and you’re thinking with your crotch. As usual!” Joyce shook her head. “I’m going off to do the shopping, bye girls. Don’t forget to clear your plans with me before you do anything with Faith, she’s earning serious dollar now. I don’t want you doing anything to her that’ll hit me in the pocket.”

“Yes mom,” Buffy grinned evilly at Faith before returning her gaze to her mom, “I might even be able to drum up a few more members.”

“Well that’s different,” Joyce smiled down at Buffy. “But I’ll talk to you later, I have to go!”

The moment the door closed behind Mrs. Summers, Buffy picked up the rope and hog-tied Faith again, the ropes cutting deep into the Slayer’s beautiful but tender skin while Willow quickly re-attached the fake cocks. “We’ll do a swap, you have her pussy,” Faith grunted as Willow shoved the double-dildo into her pussy and fixed it around her waist, “I’ll have her face,” Buffy ordered.

”Okay, what’s your plan for next weekend?” Willow eagerly asked as Buffy picked up the restrained Slayer and dumped her back on the table like a piece of meat.

Buffy giggled then groaned as she climbed onto Faith’s face, the cock impaling her. “We never take Faith anywhere fun, we should take her to the Bronze.”

”The Bronze?” Willow’s disappointment turned to moans as she began riding her cock. “That’s not very exciting.”

Buffy giggled between pants. “I haven’t told you the rest.”

Faith’s horror grew as Buffy explained just what she had planned for her. They couldn’t do this to her, no way, they wouldn’t! She’d been humiliated by her owners before, but this…. ”Wow,” Willow gasped. “But what if someone tells Giles?”

”We’ll use your spells to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Buffy writhed happily on Faith’s face. “But you and Anya can’t come.”

”WHAT!!” Willow protested. “We can’t come!”

”You’ll have to keep Xander and Oz away from the Bronze, Anya is dating Xander now isn’t she? Handy her turning out to be bi.” Buffy began to speed up, not grinding her hips but pounding them up and down. “Oh that feels so good!”

”That’s not fair!” Willow squealed.

”Here’s the deal,” Buffy panted, her thighs slapping into the sides of Faith’s head as her pert butt squashed her brunette slut’s nose. “You and Anya get exclusive use of Faith all day next Saturday up to tea, anything you want. And you each get a scenario each on the webshow with her.”

”Wow,” Willow giggled. “I’ve been wanting to do a naughty nurse show with her and Amy, and I know Anya has bought herself a cop outfit. I’m in, you’ll have to talk to Anya though.”

Buffy moaned as she came, her juices spilling onto Faith’s face and into her drooling mouth. “I can’t wait for next week.”

* * *

“Come in, come in,” Buffy greeted.

Faith watched as the older harem members poured into Buffy’s house. Apart from Anya and Willow they were all here, Amy, Aphrodesia, Cordelia, Joy, Harmony, Aura, Harmony, Rhonda, Heidi, Lilly, and Marcie, and all dressed in their best party gear, shimmering, sequined minis and low-cut tops. Not Faith though, as was the usual she was completely naked.

The girls were sat talking on the sofa, chairs, and coffee table, the humbled Slayer knelt on the floor beside the unlit fire, her hands on top of her head. “Hello Mistress Amy,” Faith meekly greeted as the last of the girls arrived.

Amy smiled down at her as she reached down and ran a finger down Faith’s face. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to tonight’s party aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Amy,” Faith lied.

Amy giggled. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“Come on,” Buffy clapped her hands, the Slayer’s eyes alight with sadistic enjoyment as she took her revenge on the girl she jealously hated. “Time to go.”

“Buffy?” Cordelia laughed. “Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“Oh,” Buffy slapped her head in a feigned display of forgetfulness. “Silly me!” The other girls laughed as Buffy walked up to Faith, picked up a dog collar, fastened it around Faith’s neck, and fastened a leash to it, dragging Faith to her feet with a rough jerk of the leash. “Walkies!”

Faith groaned as the blonde sadist led her outside, her hands still on her head where she’d been ordered to keep them until told otherwise and still completely naked. Faith shivered in the cold weather, nude flesh pimpling as the other girls split into two columns just behind and to the left and right of her, Amy leading one and Cordelia the other.

The procession walked through Sunnydale’s thankfully largely deserted at this time of the night streets, but they still passed people who pointed and laughed at her helpless state. Faith’s heart shrivelled as the blonde Slayer led Faith into a seedy adult store complete with a dirty, worn carpet and peeling wallpaper. “Faith, stand centre!” Conscious of the sniggering dirty old men watching her, Faith took up position in the centre of the shop, her hands still on top of her head. Buffy kicked at Faith’s ankles, forcing her feet apart. “That’s better.

The shop’s ceiling lights illuminated Faith as she stood there, the customers with enough nerve pawing at her ample assets. Faith cringed inwardly as the middle-aged pervs felt her up, their rough dirty hands slapping at her perky butt, squeezing at her round, ample breasts, and fingering her tight twat and anus, but meekly kept her hands on top of her head, and her eyes fixed forward. Cordy and Harmony put up posters advertising Faith’s website in the shop’s two front glass windows. At the same time Buffy put a stack of website business cards on the shop’s counter, went over to the shop’s sexy costumes and picked one out, and the others put a business card in the sleeve of every DVD on the shop’s well-stocked shelves. Amy stayed by Faith’s side to make sure none of the men pawing at her went too far, the witch occasionally yanking on the chain fastened around her neck, staggering the busty brunette to the watching men’s laughs.

“Thanks for that,” Buffy clapped her hands as she skipped back to the humiliated brunette and took her leash from Amy, “come on girls!”

They’d barely gotten a street when they were stopped by a very familiar figure. “Ah hello Buffy.”

“Hello Mr. Snyder, sir.” Buffy halted, stopping so that Faith was positioned directly under a street lamp, illuminating her nudity for any passing drivers. The blonde grinned fondly at the principal, the educator and Buffy having got closer when she’d gone with Faith to Mr. Snyder to be entertained watching the teacher dominate her hated enemy. If there was anyone Buffy liked, it was someone who beat and humiliated Faith.

“And how’s your mother?” Faith shivered as the principal talked to Buffy, the night’s chill winds assailing her.

”She’s fine sir,” Buffy replied.

”Excellent. Ms. Madison,” the principal glanced past her and Buffy to the witch. “If you want that extra credit, I’ll want that paper on my desk by lunch-time on Monday.”

“Faith can’t shake your hand because her hands are occupied but why don’t you shake a titty?” Buffy suggested.

“Why thank you Buffy.” The watching girls laughed when the principal stepped past Buffy and took a hold of Faith’s left tit and lifted it up and down, squeezing it as if it was a hand. “Pleased to see you.”

”And you sir,” Faith gasped as the educator kneaded her tit flesh, his hungry eyes eating up her nubile under-age body.

The teacher looked behind her, Faith shifting uneasily as he groped at her pert posterior with his other hand. “I think that’ll be a lot redder later on. Here’s that’s belt of mine you wanted,” Faith whimpered as the teacher handed a thick leather belt over to Buffy. “I’ll want it back on Monday.”

”I’ll send Faith back with it tomorrow,” Buffy promised as she took the belt. “Thanks sir.”

“Just put that belt to good use.”

”We will, sir!” the girls chorused.

Faith whimpered. This was going to be a hell of a night. “Heel Faith,” Buffy laughed mockingly as Mr. Snyder walked off, tugging on the collared Slayer’s leash.

* * *

Buffy pointed towards the Bronze as they entered the alley leading up to the Bronze. “Cordy, you have got everything set up for tonight haven’t you?”

”Sure have, but I’ll go and double-check, Harmony come with me.”

The cheerleaders ran off as Buffy led Faith in through the Bronze’s stage entrance, the other girls following behind. “Faith, get this on,” Buffy shoved the costume she’d just bought from the adult store. “Hurry now. Girls,” the blonde smirked at the others, “let’s get in front and enjoy the show.”

The moment the club’s music changed from a mixture of pop and dance to Edwin Starr’s funky ‘War’, Faith burst through the curtains and onto the stage. Her blonde counterpart had dressed her in khaki hotpants and a zip-up camouflage cropped jacket that ended just below her boobs, a bullet belt hung around her tiny waist, a peaked cap sat on top of her silken mane and dog-tags jangled around her neck.

The crowd cheered and applauded as the sultry brunette marched from one end of the stage to the other and back again, hand up in a salute as her stripper outfitted body brought the crowd’s watching men’s cocks to attention. Faith turned to face the whooping, hollering audience, her cap flying into the throng. Faith’s blood pounded, she might not like what Buffy had planned for her, but she loved dancing and the crowd’s roars were a real turn-on.

Faith dropped on the floor, muscles flexing as she effortlessly snapped out a dozen press-ups before back-flipping to her feet. Her hands linked behind her head as she threw her hips to the right, then to the left, and then began thrusting her hips forward, provocatively arching her pelvis towards her ‘fans’, the harem members in the front row. Her crotch ground back and forth, each thrust met with more claps from the erotically-crazed audience. Then she spun around, putting her back to the crowd, bent over, put her hands on her knees and ground her rounded ass at the crowd, first going in a slow clockwise circle, then a fast counter-clockwise circle before bouncing it up and down to the beat of the funky music.

The crowd’s cheers intensified when Faith tore at the Velcro on the sides of her pants, the hotpants falling away to reveal Faith’s g-stringed butt, the rounded cheeks completely naked, the khaki g-string running up the crack of her ass little more than anal floss, but her pubic area slightly more covered. Faith reached down, grabbed her ankles, and folded herself in two, long mane sweeping the sawdusted floor as she peered at the crowd from between her spread legs, desire for the sultry brunette reeking in the club’s sweaty air. The Slayer’s silky mane snapped from side to side as she straightened and began snapping her hips from side to side as she unzipped and pulled off her jacket, flinging it to the ground.

Everyone seemed to take a gulping breath when Faith spun around to reveal her string top with barely enough material to conceal her nipples much less the rest of her pert, rounded mounds. Then they were breathing again, cheering wildly and stamping their feet as Faith tugged at the strings tying her bottoms on both hips, the bikini bottoms falling away to reveal her bald pubic area, her pussy already moist with the excitement of performing. The music changed from Starr’s ‘War’ to ‘Stop The War Now’, but the raunchy performance continued.

The cheers intensified as the bra flew off into the crowd, several of the boys leaping into the air to grab at it. The nipples of Faith’s bouncing breasts were proudly erect as she jiggled them around for the audience’s appreciation, ample boobs jiggling up and down, then swinging side to side to the crowd’s raucous cries. Now completely nude, her dark, rich mane stroked her bare shoulders as she undulated her pelvis for the cheering Bronze customers, her bald crotch tantalisingly swinging back and forth. The crowd’s shouts reached a crescendo as she dropped onto her knees, first working her hips up and down, as if cow-girling an invisible lover, her tits wobbling and curved lips parted in a horny pout. Then she dropped onto all fours and slunk around the stage like a predatory cat, crawling around its edge, those nearest the stage able to reach out and grope her. Male and female alike clawed at her, slapping her ass and tugging at her titties, there were no bouncers here to stop the dancer being molested. Her ass ground rhythmically up and down, in perfect tandem with the music’s wild beat.

Faith retreated from the edge of the stage and spun back around to face her howling audience, sitting back up on her knees as she continued her uninhibited performance. Her flat belly coiled and uncoiled like a snake, her svelte hips still thrusting back and forth, she sat up on her knees facing her roaring audience, and grabbed her breasts and lifted them up as if displaying them for the crowd, offering her round mounds for their approving appraisal. Faith moaned deep in her throat as she pinched her nipples, hardening them still further. The crowd roared appreciation when she lifted her breasts up to her mouth, tongue lashing out of her curved mouth to lick at them, the massed throng of horny teens loving the depraved sight of the dancing tramp mouthing her own tits. Faith shook her boobs from side to side then bounced them up and down, sweat gleaming on her horny body. Then Faith leapt up onto her feet, spread her legs and did a few jumping jacks, everything on display, wobbling sexily for the loudly approving audience.

As Credence Clearwater Revival’s ‘Fortunate Son’ pounded out of the Bronze’s speakers, Faith dropped back to her knees and leaned back so that her legs were under her tautly-muscled body and her long mane was once again brushing the dust around the floor. Her high butt rested on her heels as her fingers rubbed up and down her excited cunt, the crowd gasping as the slutted-out Slayer began masturbating in front of them.

The horny Slayer propelled her pelvis forward as the back of her head touched the floor and breasts pointed up at the lights, as she pushed two fingers inside of herself, her velvet walls clenching hard around them. “Ohhh, yeah!” Faith’s dark eyes glazed over with lust as she finger-fucked herself in front of a crowd comprising of Sunnydale High and Sunnydale college students. “Yeah, yeah.” The music throbbed as the singer’s southern drawl filled her ears, ample breasts rising and falling as she gyrated erotically, her fingers going faster and faster, her other hand’s thumb rubbing at her writhing clit. “Godddd.” The sultry brunette’s moans lost in the music as her arousal grew and her hips rose and fell, excited sweat streaming down her face as she finger-fucked herself. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh godddd, I’m cumming!” Faith trembled and wailed as a climax rushed over her heightened body, juices spilling out as her hips shook and tits bounced to the crowd’s laughs and cheers. “Yesss! So gooooood!”

The crowd were still applauding as Buffy rushed onto the stage and re-fastened the collar around Faith’s throat then led her off the stage, dragged her through the groping, grasping audience, and into the bar’s centre, Cordy rushing over to the club lights and getting them dimmed, the solitary remaining light pointed at the spot Faith was standing as Harmony and Amy got a pair of boys to bring a table over to where Faith was. “Do a full circle,” Buffy whispered in her ear, “slowly, I want everyone to see you.”

The bar let out a collective gasp as Faith obeyed, her hands re-positioned on top of her head so she could conceal nothing, the other girls working their way through the crowd passing out business cards for the website, somehow Faith sensed her website was gonna be gettin’ a lot of hits in the next couple of days. “Now, bend over the table.” Faith silently obeyed, her breasts pressing into the table, noting that either Harmony or Amy or both had poured drinks all over the table, making her stick to it, and pushed her ass up into the air, readying it for the inevitable. “This little bitch has been a disobedient little slut, so my girls and I are going to teach her a lesson.” Buffy grinned at the crowd’s cheers. “Each of my friends here has been disappointed by her, so each one of them gets SIX strikes with the belt.” Faith moaned, even with Slayer healing, her ass was gonna be sore tomorrow. “And you all get to watch and enjoy.” Faith shivered, there had to be close to two hundred kids her own age here, all cheering and jeering as they encircled her and readied themselves to watch her take a beating. Even for someone as trained and dominated as her, this was fucking degrading as hell, but thanks to her branding there was fuck all she could do about it.

Buffy looked around. “Marcy!” Buffy yelled through the microphone someone had passed her. “Buffy turned back to the crowd. “Give a cheer for Marcy!”

”Come on Marcy! Give it to her! Yeah Marcy!” The crowd yelled as prompted.

“Ugggh.” Faith grunted as the once meek girl grabbed her silken mane and yanked her head up. A second’s pause and then she heard a woosh. CRACK! “Ahhh!” CRACK! “Aaaah!” CRACK! “Aaaaah!” CRACK! Aaaaah!” Faith squealed and wailed as the teen laid the belt hard across her rounded bottom, dewey globes dancing with the smarting impact, every blow met with yet more cheers and laughs. CRACK! Her ass jumped as the belt lashed against it. CRACK! Faith wailed again as Marcy’s final blow reverberated through her ass. As Marcy stepped back Faith looked over her shoulder and swallowed at the long line of laughing harem members waiting their turn with her sweet tushy. They were gonna pound her butt until there was nothing left but pain.

“Give Marcy a big hand!” Buffy prompted, the crowd responding with claps and cheers. “And next up is Rhonda!”

“Rhonda! Rhonda! Rhonda!”

The crop-haired brunette took a bow before taking the leather strap from Marcy, then snatched at Faith’s long locks and pulled her hair back before whispering in the enslaved Slayer’s ear. “Ready bitch? Me and your sweet tushy have got a date.”

CRACK! CRACK! “Uhhh!” Faith squealed, writhing helplessly as the belt slapped into her perky posterior, pain stinging through her wobbling cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! “Ahhhh!” Sweat began to glisten on the nude brunette’s forehead as her butt battering continued. CRACK! CRACK! “Uhhh!” Faith wailed as the last blows caught her on her ass’ underside, perfect cheeks wobbling erotically for the cheering crowd’s entertainment.

“Wow!” Faith shifted uneasily in her bent position as she felt Buffy fondling her ass, the tormenting blonde’s fingers digging deep into her reddening ass. “Did Rhonda do a good job or what?” Buffy cackled. “Give her a big hand!”

“You guys know Heidi?” Buffy queried when the clapping quietened. “Of course you do! Let’s hear it for her!”

“HEIDI! HEIDI! HEIDI!”

The club echoed to the students’ roars, the helpless Slayer lying submissively waiting for the beating while the willowy blonde took the whip and took up position, the club silencing as they waited for Faith’s punishment to begin. They didn’t have to wait for long.

CRACK! “Owww!” Faith squealed as the belt caught her on the underside of her ass, making it jump. CRACK! “Owww!” Faith jerked as the belt caught her square on her left cheek. CRACK! “Aieee!” Faith convulsed as the hard leather snapped against her right cheek. CRACK! “Ouch!” Faith yelped as the belt struck down the centre, into her uber-tender ass crevice. “Fuck!” CRACK! CRACK! “Ohhh!” Faith gasped as her ass echoed to Heidi’s final two strikes, both striping across both rounded globes, pain smarting through them.

“And next up,” Buffy continued. “It’s the one and only Amy!”

Amy grabbed the mic from Buffy. “If you want me to whip this tramp’s ass, give me a ‘hell yeah’!”

”HELL YEAH!” The club seemed to shake to the crowd’s collective bellow. “HELL YEAH!”

“The people have spoken,” Amy passed the mic back to Buffy and took up position behind the dominated beauty. “Sorry about this Faith, but democracy rules!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

”OH! OH!” Faith’s mouth-open wail was once again lost in the club’s laughs and cheers, but the pain nevertheless raged through her jiggling ass cheeks as they reddened and glowed for her audience’s amusement.

“Oh yeah,” Faith moaned weakly when Buffy once again pinched her cheeks, “Amy knows how to swing a belt. Let’s see how Harmony does next! Can she do better? Put some of that cheerleader arm in into it, Harm!”

“GO HARMONY!” The crowd encouraged and laughed, unmindful of the unfortunate brunette’s discomfort.

Faith’s head swam when Harmony grabbed her hair and savagely yanked her head back. “I’ve been looking forward to this since Buffy told us about her idea!” the blonde giggled then turned and waved the whip at her applauding audience.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

”OH FUCK!” Faith screamed, dark eyes bulging as she writhed helplessly on the dirty table when the blonde laid the belt not across her cheeks, but down the middle, right into her mega-sensitive crack. “OH! OH! OH!”

Harmony grabbed her and whispered in her ear. “This was even more fun than I thought,” the blonde said. “I’m gonna make sure we do this again.”

”Yeah, a bit of variety!” Buffy’s comment set the club to laughing at the whimpering, punished girl’s state. “And next up, the one and only Lilly!”

”LILLY! LILLY! LILLY!” Now the club’s chants were totally unprompted, the Bronze’s patrons swept up in a wave of erotic excitement caused by the punishment and domination of the alluring brunette stranger.

The blonde hurried up to take the belt, Faith moaning and grinding her ass around in response to the blonde running her fingers up and down the Slayer’s punished buns, the gentle strokes sending tender tingles through the Slayer’s upturned tushy. And then, just when her ass was prickling with the sensation, the belt came down hard on her butt. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! “OH FUCK!” Faith’s full lips parted in a wail as her cheeks jumped tantalisingly for the watching audience, but very painfully for her. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! “OH GOD!” Faith shook as the blows crashed down, an unrelenting barrage from which there seemed to be no respite or any end.

The crowd cheered as Lilly stepped back from the shaking Slayer, Faith only becoming aware of what was happening when someone shoved a microphone in her face. Faith looked up dazedly to see an immaculately turned out Cordelia grinning down at her. “The people would like to hear you ask me to beat my slut’s ass. Let’s hear it then.”

Faith nodded weakly before speaking into the microphone. “Please Ms. Chase,” she wheedled, “whip my slutty ass.”

Cordelia’s perfect smile widened. “Oh thanks, I will.” The cheerleader’s heels clicked as she walked behind Faith.

CRACK! CRACK! “Owww! Owww!” Faith squealed, fresh tears springing into her dark eyes as the cheerleader’s toned arm delivered two blurringly fast strikes to Faith’s left cheek. CRACK! CRACK! “OWWW!” The sultry Slayer’s left ass cheek was still wobbling when Cordelia turned her attention to Faith’s right globe and striped it with two more fast, hard blows. CRACK! CRACK! “Jesus!” Faith squealed as Cordy laid the last two blows across both her blackening cheeks, pain cutting deep through her throbbing ass. “FUCCCCCCK!”

“Aura!” Buffy shrieked. The crowd responded by stamping their feet as the majestic, dreadlocked beauty stepped up, grabbed the belt off the table and began her tattooing of Faith’s gorgeous behind.

SNAP! SNAP! Alternate strikes to the left and right buttocks were greeted with air-rending howls of pain. SNAP! SNAP! Aura was relentless, a fast stinging blow to Faith’s ass’ underside, then an even harder one to her hamstrings just above her knees. “Oh fuck!” Faith wailed and writhed, desperate to resist but spellbound not to, as the laughing black laid the belt down hard across her ass with two vicious final strikes. SNAP! SNAP!

“JOY! JOY! JOY!”

The crowd chanted as the harem group’s solitary Oriental snatched up the belt, Faith shrieking into the air when Buffy leaned across and pinched deep into her ass, adding yet more pain. “GO FOR IT!”

SNAP! SNAP! The belt’s whip sounded like a pistol’s crack and could scarcely have inflicted more pain as the rough leather cracked down on the underside of Faith’s ass, her welted cheeks leaping as if jumping away from more pain. WHACK! WHACK! Two more strikes were laid in with bullseye efficiency, one catching Faith full on her right cheek, the other snapping against her tortured left cheek. WHACK! WHACK! The final thankfully last two caught her across both cheeks, blistering already nettled flesh.

The crowd had silenced now, caught in rapt wonder at the naked beauty’s amazing capacity for pain and endurance. Faith barely shifted when Aphrodesia’s fingers danced up and down her pussy, the normally ultra-sensitive area rendered unimportant next to her stinging ass.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Faith whimpered as the trio of lashes snapped into her left cheek, followed quickly by a trio to her right, her exhausted body twitching spasmodically. But then Buffy herself stepped up, Faith moaning in terror. She’d taken over sixty lashes on her aching ass, from eleven different girls, all healthy and strong, more than capable of laying in some good hard blows, but not one of them had a sixth of the power of the laughing sadist now teasingly rubbing the belt up and down Faith’s curved rear, every rub sending yet more discomfort jolting through Faith’s punished rear. They were just Buffy’s warm-up act.

Buffy looked towards the crowd. “As a finale I’m going to give our tramp twice the number of blows as our other girls.” Faith moaned, her terror growing. “Oh and I forgot. What’s my name?”

“BUFFY! BUFFY! BUFFY! BUFFY!”

“I can’t hear you?” Buffy laughed.

“BUFFY! BUFFY! BUFFY!” the crowd’s roar seemed to almost shake the nightclub, but the quietly sobbing Slayer barely heard a thing over the pain in her -.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “AHHHHHHHH!” Faith screamed good and loud as her blonde counterpart whipped at her left butt cheek, every blow hitting her in the same place with pinpoint accuracy, pain burning through her. CRACK CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “OH GODDDD!” Faith’s head swam as Buffy repeated the process with six strikes to her right ass cheek, the cheek dancing to an agonising rhythm as Buffy’s lashing strikes of course bit far deeper than any of the proceeding girls. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Faith’s eyes bulged as she gripped hard to the dirty table under her, it almost splintering under her intense grip as her beaten beyond endurance body couldn’t manage a scream as rather than stop Buffy put another six strikes across both cheeks, adding more welts on top of those that had already broken out there.

Faith wept and sobbed, body shaking in pain as Buffy threw the belt to Cordelia. “Looks like I’m going to fail maths this year!” she laughed. Faith heard the flash of a camera and knew Buffy had taken a shot of her battered backside to show Mrs. Summers and Principal Snyder. “Hands and knees Faith,” Faith gurgled as the Slayer pulled her off the table by her chain and led her around the bar on her hands and knees so that the entire crowd could get a close-up perv of her blistered, bruised butt, some even taking the time to slap or grope the exhausted Slayer’s battered behind. Finally though Buffy took pity on her, lifting the exhausted brunette onto and over her shoulder and carrying her out of the club to the crowd’s claps and cheers, Faith whimpering as the night’s chill wind’s soothed the brunette’s blazing, tortured tushy. “Come on girls, home now!”

Cordelia giggled. “She’s sleeping on her belly tonight for sure!”