The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

18.

“Tonight is very important to me Faith,” the harem Mistress glared down at the submissive Slayer knelt before her, “I intend to use this evening to make connections with the local businesswomen’s association and use this to help my political career, so you best be on your best behaviour. Am I understood?”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith replied. The sultry beauty was dressed as befitting the festive season in a red string satin bikini trimmed with white fur, worn under a cotton, long-sleeved matching shrug, topped off by a red Santa hat, and a sparkling red tinsel necklace.

“The spells are done and the cameras hidden.” Buffy reported as she ran in, Cordelia and Willow following behind her. “Should get you plenty of blackmail material, mom.”

“Good girls,” Joyce turned her gaze from the knelt Slayer to the three harem members. “It’s your Christmas party at Anya’s house tonight isn’t it? Well have fun, I expect-,” Joyce broke off and giggled, cheeks flushing as she received the power of a climax from one of the harem members, “you good girl, Tara.” The witch returned her gaze to the trio. “I expect the three of you to work hard at supplying me with plenty of climaxes tonight.”

“Yes Mom!” Buffy agreed as she rushed for the door. “Bye Mom!”

Joyce’s gaze returned to her underage pet as the door shut behind the three girls. “Willow’s cast an inhibition spell so getting tonight’s guests involved in the games shouldn’t be a problem, we’re going to have fun tonight aren’t we?”

“Lots of climaxes, Mrs. Summers,” Faith agreed with a nod.

“Good girl,” the domineering sorceress patted her house-trained sex-toy on her head and looked away at a knock on the door, “our first guest let them in.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith leapt up and hurried to the door. Twenty minutes later and she had let in no less than eight women ranging in age from over twice Faith’s age to one lady pushing four times the busty Slayer’s tender years.

“Ladies,” Joyce smiled at her guests as the Slayer strode through them passing around her tray of drinks, Willow’s spell already having an effect on the women, more than one woman either shoving a hand down into Faith’s bikini bottom, cupping her ass, or blatantly reaching into her top to grope her boobs, “thank you for coming here in this holiday season. I’m sure you’ve all been plenty of parties this season, filled with nibbles and drinks, but this party is a little different.” The harem boss bitch clapped her hands together. “Faith, remove your outfit.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.” The sultry babe reached behind her neck and unfastened the knot there, the bikini top dropping to the floor as the Slayer eased her finger down her left flank and untied the bottom’s knot on her hip, the flimsy material falling away to leave the nubile teen completely naked for the forty to sixty somethings’ excited examination.

”Look at that ass!” laughed the group’s solitary black, a thick-shouldered woman with long-shoreman’s forearms. “Mine was never that pert.”

”Oh my!” gasped a snowy-haired woman nearing seventy years’ age as she stared through her thick glasses, doughy cheeks reddening.

“Um,” a hook-nosed red-head leered at Faith’s boobs, “mine were never that round.”

“Oooooh,” a fifty-something with a suspicious looking moustache and rail-thin body peered between the Slayer’s legs, “and look down there, she’s bald!”

Joyce allowed the lewd comments and laughing to continue for a couple of minutes before speaking. “Faith, hands behind your head, bend over at the waist, spread your legs, push your hips back, and your ass up.” The moment Faith had obeyed, Joyce turned back to her guests. “Ladies, you don’t just have eyes, you have hands too. It’s a party, have fun.”

In seconds, the eight were on the on-show Slayer. Hands pawed at her perky boobs, stroking at the unblemished skin, squeezing the rounded flesh and yanking on her stiff nubbins. Several of the women turned their attention to Faith’s superb rear, the Slayer’s flesh pimpling at every caress and spank, they even spread her cheeks to coo at her pink asshole. Several women worked fingers between the brunette’s spread legs and either rubbed or pinched at her mons. “Yes, yes, yes,” Faith’s chest rose and fell at every touch, her low moans filling the air. “Yes, yes, yes.” Faith’s rosy lips fell open when a number of the women stopped rubbing at her lips and started working fingers into her tight slit. “Use me! Use me! Ooooooooh.”

Joyce yanked Faith’s rounded buttocks back open. “Oh, don’t forget that bung-hole girls!” Joyce giggled. “It’s going to waste!”

“Ooooh, yeah,” Faith groaned when one of the women took the harem boss up on her offer and jammed a finger into her butt-hole, her back arching under the impact. “Gaaa!” Faith’s dark eyes widened when a second and third woman followed suit, stretching her narrow pinkness as they roughly twisted their fingers around. “Feels so good!”

“Oh Joyce!” One of the women trilled with a laugh. “You throw the best parties!”

Soon, two women had three fingers each in the dark-haired stunner’s stretched cunny while a third had her thumb and fore-finger pinching the Slayer’s jiggling love-button, and still three others continued thrusting a single finger each in and out of her ass, the remaining two women reining competing slaps down on the beauty’s dangling hooters. Sweat glistened on the babe’s naked body, her legs shaking as her body heated in arousal, low, inarticulate moans escaping her curved lips as her eyes glazed with passion.

"Look at the little slut go!" The black laughed. "The dirty little tramp loves it! She's starting to fuck our fingers!"

“I somehow bet it’s not the first time this big-boobed whore’s had this many fingers in her!” Giggled a grey-haired Hispanic.

”Oh she’s taken more,” Joyce replied with a laugh as she watched.

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith panted, her arousal growing as she listened to her owner boast about what a whore she was. “I’m just a dirty little slut!”

“Face up bitch!” yelled the black woman.

“Oh, oh,” Faith raised her head, sweat streaming down her face, cheeks puffing in and out as she struggled for breath, dark orbs misting with passion as her curved lips parted in a continual series of grunts. “Yeee, gaa, aaah.”

“That’s right,” the red-head said, “we wanna see just how turned on our naughty girl is!”

Faith mumbled and whimpered as the women surrounding her changed position and began toying with different holes. The once-feared Slayer was the helpless plaything for the middle-aged women, unable to force them to stop teasing her and let her come. Instead, the laughing women would frequently pull their fingers away just as she was about to climax and only return to probing her after she’d sufficiently begged them too, pleading tears frequently rolling down her face.

“Oh yes, please, please,” the Slayer murmured as the fingers were re-inserted in her cunt and bunghole for the fifth time around. Faith re-started humping the fingers, grunting each time the digits were re-inserted, her hips going back and forth on the fingers pleasuring her holes. “Yes, yes, yes,” Faith chanted as her orgasm thundered towards her. “Good, good, good, good.” Sweat poured down her as she looked down and watched the women abusing her jiggling jugs, pinching and twisting the flesh, slapping them on their outsides so they bounced together in the centre, the witches laughing at every pained grunt or hiss their actions caused. “Oh yeah, give it to my titties,” she pleaded, “that’s right, give it to your bitch! Treat me like the dirty little tramp I am!” Faith’s gasp turned to a long moan. “Yes! Yes! “Yes! Yes!” Suddenly Faith’s juices gushed out, soaking the fingers inside her. “YESSSSSS!!! I'M CUMMMMIIINNGGG!!!" Faith screamed, throwing back her head, hair bouncing in tandem with her jiggling sweet ass and fat jugs. “OHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD! FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!”

Joyce giggled as Faith slumped onto the floor, the once-sassy Bostonian still shaking, sweat beading down her curves. “She’s fun isn’t she?” Joyce tapped the table. “Hands and knees, dear.” Faith dutifully climbed up onto the table and into position, the giggling middle-aged women’s eyes fixed on the teen slut they’d just finger-fucked. “But also very noisy, so sometimes you need a gag for her.” Joyce opened her toy cabinet. “Now there’s a vast variety, ball, bit, she likes that one when she plays horsey don’t you, Faith?”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.” Faith nodded dutifully.

”So respectful.” Joyce patted her on the head as the watching women munched on nibbles and giggled. “She’s a delight to be around. Now where was I? Oh yes, gags. There’s ball, bit, funnel, that’s good if you want her to drink pee and take it all in-.”

”Joyce Summers!” gasped the black woman. “You are so naughty!”

“I know,” Joyce grinned. “And there’s tape gags. But my favourite is a ring gag.” Faith obediently opened wide as her owner pushed a gold ring between her curved lips and fastened its strings behind her head. “Now ladies, I have a whole selection of sex toys here, and dear Faith has eagerly agreed to allow you all to try them out on her willing and so ripe body.” Joyce grabbed Faith’s hair and pushed her head down onto the table before grabbing her hands, placing them behind her back and cuffing them there. “Of course I don’t want her to struggle too much!”

“Oh my!” The grey-haired Hispanic let out a giggling laugh. “Claudette was right, you are naughty. No you’re bad!”

“Oh really?” Joyce smiled as she passed a feather duster to the woman. “In that case Rosa you won’t want to use this?”

“Oh, I didn’t say that!” Rosa laughed.

Faith moaned as the fifty-something Hispanic took the offered feather duster and began walking around the table, the anticipation growing in the teen as the older woman painstakingly delayed her first touch with the duster, careful to savour her domination of the coal-eyed, white-skinned ingénue. The lushly-curved brunette whimpered into her gag when the duster just brushed over her shoulders then pulled away, the woman completing another circuit before slowly running the duster down her back. Faith started when the duster ran up the curve of one ass cheek and down the other, flesh boldly pimpling as Rosa ran the duster up and down her neck. Rosa laughed softly at her reaction before returning to running the duster back and forth across her shoulders, barely touching her smooth skin at first, but then harder, but then brushing up and down her spine again.

”My,” gasped the snowy-haired oldest of the group, “she’s not even touched her anywhere dirty, and the naughty little girl’s already twitching like she’s dipped in itching powder.”

Suddenly the duster was tickling up and down Faith’s ribs, her breath shortening in response, trim belly quivering in response. The Slayer writhed desperately when the giggling Hispanic started stabbing at first one armpit, then reaching over to tickle the other, then deftly running it over both her heels before returning it to running up her spine, Faith’s back arching in reply.

”Rosa got her like a puppet on a string!” laughed the black woman. “My Latina sister knows how to treat her white trailer trash!”

“You get next go, Claudette!” Joyce promised. “Show us how a strong black woman treats white trailer trash!”

”Preacher on Sister Joyce!” Claudette laughed.

Faith’s head shot back, dark eyes bulging when suddenly the Hispanic ran it across her breasts’ underside and then suddenly back the other way across her shaking nipples. “Oh you like that don’t you?” Rosa chuckled at Faith’s frantic pant as she rubbed back and forth across her nipples, faster and faster, then suddenly rubbed it up and down her cleavage, pliant breasts jumping as the Latina pulled away to stand behind her. Faith squealed into her gag, drool running down her high cheeks when suddenly Rosa jammed the tickling implement into her cunny, the twisting duster tickling every vaginal nerve within her narrow fuck tunnel. The Slayer bucked and thrashed to the women’s laughs as the Hispanic continued to push the duster in and out of her. “Guess I’m just a good old California maid doin’ my cleaning, Miss Faith!” Rosa laughed as Faith screamed into her gag, her juices gushing out to spill onto the table, her cunny flexing and fluttering wildly around the tickling implement.

“Oh that maid crack was precious,” Joyce giggled as Rosa pulled the duster out. “Claudette, why don’t you play with the Slayer’s breasts for a while, we have plenty of toys for that.”

“I’d love to,” the thick-built black woman took her black blazer off and strode over to Faith, grabbing the Slayer by her dark mane and yanking her head up. “You ready to be my bitch, girl?” Faith nodded as best as she could. “Yeah, I just bet it ain’t the first time you’ve been on your back for a nigga, but this one’s gonna teach you some respect!”

Faith grunted as the older woman effortlessly flipped the tiny teen onto her back on the table, the black straddling Faith’s trim midsection, dark skirt pulling up her meaty thighs. “Yeah,” Claudette’s hand cracked against her face. “Time for tittie play.”

The Slayer groaned into her gag when the black grabbed her tits, thumbs and fingers rubbing over the smooth, unblemished flesh as the woman leaned over and continued her enthused breast examination. “Yeah, my little white trash like her big black mistress don’t she?” muttered the woman. Faith panted into her gag, back arching as the woman rubbed some sort of cream into her breasts that seemed to only increase their sensitivity, her nipples in particular beginning to tingle and hum. “Would you like mistress to pump those beauties up?” Knowing the expected answer, Faith nodded. “Oh yeah baby,” Claudette grinned at the other women’s laugh, “you’re just a dirty little slut aren’t you?” The sultry Slayer’s back arched as the older woman placed a suction cup on her right nipple and began working the hand pump.

“Gaaaah.” The sexy teen moaned into her gag, drool running down her chin. Her tits bounced and hips writhed as the suction cap worked its magic, swelling her already ample breast. “Gaaaaah.” Her dark eyes rolled and ass and boobs jumped with every pump.

“Oh my,” gasped the group’s only Oriental, a willowy, grey-haired woman, “anything will turn her on.”

“Yeah,” agreed the red-head, “what a slut!”

”You say that like it’s a bad thing!” chortled Rosa.

After Claudette had engorged both of the beauty’s tits, the black woman put the pump down and began playing with the dark-eyed seductress’ tingling nubbins. The woman’s expert tweaks, tugs, twists, and presses had the house-trained lovely drooling into her gag as she pushed her chest up, pleading with her eyes for more. “Oh yeah,” Claudette gloated, “this little bitch knows just whose in charge. She knows she’s this nigga’s plaything!”

“Oh yes,” Joyce trilled, “you teach that uppity honky bitch of mine all the lessons you want!”

Faith wriggled in helpless excitement as her nipples continued hardening until pleasure turned to pain, her dark eyes widening when Claudette pulled out a pair of clamps and expertly attached them, the dull aching turning to something sharper. “Gaaaa,” Faith moaned into her gag when the black woman intensified her discomfort by pulling and twisting on the clamps, “gaaaa!”

“And those clamps are remote controlled vibrations,” Joyce announced to the room’s cheers, “I’ll give you the controller when you’re finished playing, Claudette.”

”You hear that bitch?” Claudette grinned down at her. “Even when I’ve finished with you, I’ve not finished with you!” Even as the black laughed, she added some weighted balls to the brunette’s clamps, then pulled Faith up onto her knees. “Joyce can I have the control?” Claudette laughed as Joyce passed the controls over. “Let’s see what these do!”

The women laughed and cheered as Faith bounced up and down on her knees, breath coming in strangled gasps as the woman turned the settings up to their agonising maximum. Her ample tits jumped erotically and eyes bulged as she squirmed and writhed lasciviously until the laughing black turned the control to more sedate settings. Faith threw her head back and shrieked as the black suddenly turned them back up again, her nipples almost springing off her chest. “Yeah,” Claudette grabbed Faith’s full mane and pulled her face to hers, “you’re my little honky love slut. And fuck you’re gonna be fun.”

Joyce positioned Faith with her head and knees on the table, her ass pointed up at the ceiling, Claudette laughing as the Slayer continued to twitch as the black woman continued to torture her tits with the nipple clamp remote control. “Now for this game I’ll need two volunteers,” Joyce peered around, giggling as Faith gurgled into her gag as Claudette hit maximum on her nipples, pain ripping through them. “How about Kayla?” The red-head rose eagerly. “And Belinda?” A butch, crew-cut blonde rose with a grin. “Excellent.” Joyce beat out a gleeful drum roll on the Slayer’s up-turned ass. “I need two of you because well we’re going to double-team our model for the evening.” Joyce lifted up a set of anal beads. “First we’ve got ‘the Ecstacy Eight’. Eight beads, each a different colour.” Faith moaned into her gag as Joyce teasingly trailed the cold silicone up and down her lithely-muscled back. “The smallest is just an inch in diameter, but they go up in half increments up to four and a half inches for our girl to take!”

”Oh yeah!” Faith shrieked into her gag when Claudette turned the clamps all the way back up, her nipples vibrating with pain. “That little tramp can take it all!”

“Yes, I’m sure she can.” Joyce smiled at Claudette before passing the beads to the blonde. “Belinda, would you like to play?”

The thick-armed blonde grinned at Joyce. “I’d love to.” Faith gritted her teeth when the obvious butch dyke jammed a pair of fingers into her anus and roughly stretched them apart, spreading her rosebud. The watching crowd cackled as they ate the party nibbles Faith had prepared under Joyce’s supervision earlier that afternoon. Faith groaned as the first couple of beads slid into her, and then were quickly yanked out, her aroused anal passageway humming to the constant rubbing.

”Kayla,” Joyce passed the red-head an eight inch rubber dong. “I’m sure you know what to do-.” Faith’s knees left the table as the red-head rammed the sizable sex-toy into her pussy. “Yes, clearly you do!” The rubber prick was worked in and out of her moist hole as Belinda stopped teasing her with the beads and concentrated in forcing the entire length into her. “That’s right girls!” Joyce exhorted as Faith’s hips bucked and her body thrashed under their ministrations. “Oh and did I mention, both of these have remote controls too.”

“Aaaaah!” Faith saw stars as all three women controlling her body simultaneously turned their devices onto maximum, pulsing currents racing through her most sensitive parts. “Gaaaa!” Drool ran out of her mouth as her sexy hips pushed back spasmodically, pleadingly pushing against the dildo humming inside her, rounded ass jumping at the beads’ insistent pulsing, and firm tits seemingly dancing to the clamps’ erotic rhythm. “Ooooo!” The enslaved beauty gurgled pleas for mercy that were utterly ignored by the laughing trio dominating her. “Yaaaaaa!”

Explosions erupted before her eyes as her pussy convulsed around the vibrating dildo and Belinda grabbed and yanked the beads out, her sphincter gleefully collapsing, orgasmic waves crashing over the thrashing, struggling for air stunner, cunt juices flowing onto the table as she slumped onto it. “Now we’ve done that, let’s continue the ass play,” Joyce giggled as she looked towards a severe-looking brunette. “Sam, why don’t you join us?”

“Oh very well,” Sam rushed up.

“Here Sam,” Joyce passed the fifty something a deflated balloon attached to a long pump. “Why don’t you-,” Faith’s back and hips arched as the woman forced the balloon between her pert bum cheeks, dark eyes widening at the forceful intrusion, “put that in.” Joyce smiled at the avidly watching women. “This is a balloon pump, it’s only an inch round at the moment but it expands to six times that.”

The brunette Slayer writhed and twitched as Sam began furiously squeezing at the pump, the attached balloon expanding rapidly inside the easily stimulated slut, stretching her anus and rubbing against her nerve-filled shitter walls. “Look at that bitch wriggle!” giggled Susie.

”That cunt loves it!” Claudette commented.

”And I love watching her!” Belinda added.

Sam grinned at her friends’ comments, their words encouraging her to work at the pump harder and harder, her pumping giving the Slayer no chance to adjust to the girth expanding in her narrow channel, rubbing relentlessly against her over-sensitised walls. “Ooooh, gaaa,” Faith gurgled into the gag as her behind bounced up and down, her knees bumping against the table. “Aaaaaah.” Her head shot up, eyes bulging when suddenly the woman yanked the huge balloon out of her, her spincther once again collapsing, waves of pleasure crashing over her, forcing an anal explosion, her juices spurting from her climaxing behind. “Gaaaaaaaaaa! Ooooooh!”

“Oh my goodness!” gasped Doris.

”The horny little bitch even comes through her ass!” Susie shrilled.

“This little slut has talents!” Belinda gasped.

“Sam,” Joyce produced an eight inch long, one inch wide at the top and four inches butt plug and patted the Slayer’s still shaking ass, “why don’t you fit this?”

Sam stared down at the busty brunette’s pert teen ass. “I’d love to.” Faith meekly waited for her degradation for the amusement of this gang of middle-aged and elderly women, obviously jealous of her youthful beauty, to continue. Feeling the cold steel point at her top, the once rebellious street fighter forced herself to relax as it was inexorably shoved and twisted into her rear channel, her anus spreading timidly spreading before it. “She really is very narrow,” the brunette commented as she added to her experience by groping the Slayer’s butt, “but I’m sure she’ll take it all won’t you Faith?”

The women laughed as Faith nodded meekly. “She’s very well-trained,” giggled Susie.

“You do good work Joyce,” Claudette laughed. “Your girl-friend’s not only one hot bitch, she’s very broken-in!”

”Oh yeah,” Kayla agreed with a laugh. “You should do an instruction manual!”

“Oh you girls,” Joyce giggled.

While the others joked about Faith’s servitude, Sam continued to work the plug into her ass, twisting and pushing, every probe making the Slayer gasp into her gag, the unyielding steel spreading her shitter as it rubbed against her anal nerves. “Listen to her moan!” Sam cooed. “She’s really enjoying it.” Eventually the plug’s flared base was pressing against Faith’s perfect buns.

“Wriggle your rear around Faith,” Joyce ordered. “Let everyone have a look.” The busty temptress obeyed dutifully, rotating her rounded rear in a slowly erotic circle, the watching prim and proper businesswomen laughing and cheering her show. “Oh and by the way Sam, this plug has a remote control too.”

Faith squealed as the butt plug exploded into action in her ass, humming inside her, her ass jumping up and down. “I’m getting some of this action,” Claudette grunted. Faith squealed as her tits began vibrating again, her nipples humming happily as they vibrated to the black’s ministrations. The crowd laughed and cheered as Faith writhed and wriggled helplessly while the women watched avidly, her silk-skinned hips bobbing up and down, sweat dripping off her naked form.

“Oh wow,” Joyce laughed. “You girls are just naughty.” Joyce turned to a mousy looking librarian type, the group’s youngest woman, probably thirty at the most. “Now Teri, as our association’s newest member I saved you the choicest target, our girl’s vagina. Faith, on your back.”

The dark-haired Slayer rolled onto her back, still writhing as Claudette and Sam continued their relentless play with her vibrating body parts. Her arousal increased as the nervous-looking woman crouched between her legs and began playing with her nether lips, experimentally tugging, stroking, and pinching her bald pussy, the woman’s eyes fixed on her hairless crotch. The Slayer’s curved hips arched as her flat belly quivered, and clamped breasts heaved and fell, a sweaty sheen dripping off the twitching beauty.

Joyce wordlessly passed the woman a pencil thin vibrator, Faith’s breath catching as its buzzing filled the air. The teen slave shook as her hips pushed towards the vibrator, desperate to have it inside her as Teri rubbed the vibrator up and down her pinkness, eyes pleading with the woman to slide it inside her, to let her just scream her climax. The woman grinned at Faith’s choked sob when she turned the vibrator off. “You don’t get to cum until I want you to cum, understand?” Faith nodded mournfully. Teri grinned. “She’s quick to learn-.”

“Aaaaaaaa!” Faith’s lithely muscled back arched when Claudette suddenly turned her nipple clamps back up to maximum. “Gaaaaa!” The watching crowd jeered and leered at the sultry sexpot’s helpless gyrations. “Owwww! Oooooo!”

Faith slumped back to the table when a laughing Claudette turned down the settings to more sedate levels. “Claudette,” Teri tutted, “you’re such a tease.” Faith moaned and groaned as the thirty-something tugged her nubbin out of its fleshy sheath.

“Ooooh,” Faith grunted and moaned into her gag as the woman placed a suction cup over it, drooling helplessly as the woman used a pump to create a vacuum, pumping blood into her clit until it swelled and tingled. “Aaaah.” Faith gasped as the woman continued the pumping, sweat beading into her eyes, as Teri fixed a butterfly vibrator around her waist, then yanked the cup off and placed the vibrator on Faith’s shaking love button. “Aaaaah.” The Slayer’s sensually-shaped hips began bouncing as the grinning woman began working the clit stimulator’s control, Teri teasingly hitting the maximum for a moment before turning it down to more manageable levels. “Gaaa!”

Teri looked towards Claudette and Sam. “Shall we?”

For the next few minutes, the three women forced the cuffed ingénue to put on a debased skin show for the watching business women’s association. Her boobs bounced and tushy jumped up and down on the table as perspiration droplets flew off her gyrating form. Her lustrous locks spread under her as drool spilled from her gagged mouth, stimulation ravaging her curvy body as her eyes glazed over in weariness.

Faith slumped back to the table when the laughing trio turned down their controls. Teri knelt between Faith’s lewdly spread legs, placed her thumb and forefinger in the Slayer’s sopping vagina and prised it apart. Faith raised her head and peered over her clamped tits to watch as Teri eased a cold silver egg into her, the observing crowd silently spellbound.

Joyce broke the silence as she passed another control to Teri. “Everything on maximum.”

“Gaaaaaa!” Faith’s back arched, just her shoulders remaining on the table as her ass bounced up and down. “Uhhhh!” Her clamped tits and clit as well as her stuffed-full pussy and ass exploded into pulsing, pounding over-stimulation as every single controller was rammed up to maximum. “Aaaah! Oooooh!” The sexy Slayer howled into her gag as her veins seemed to turn to molten larva, sweat pouring off her. “Uhhhh! Gaaaa!” The dark-eyed brunette’s nipples and clit appeared to be attempting to leap off her gyrating body as pussy juices flooded out of the bottomless well between her legs, her ass clenching and unclenching rapidly around the plug in her behind. “Uhhh! Gaaa! Aeeee!”

Faith slumped back to the ground, the sound of her heaving panting submerged under the women’s laughs and jeers, when all of the controllers were turned down to their lowest settings, leaving the dark-eyed beauty lying in a pool of her own juices. Faith groaned and quivered as Joyce reached over her and impersonally removed all the toys either attached or inside of her. “Of course sometimes it’s fun with the little slut, but sometimes she needs reminding just whose boss.” Joyce grinned. “Claudette, Susie, and Rosa, if you don’t mind.”

”Oh yeah, ladies of colour showing a white slut whose boss,” Claudette clapped her hands together. “I can get behind that!”

”I can’t wait to give this little white bitch a lesson in respect!” Rosa commented as she rose.

”You two girls chatter,” Susie giggled. “I’m saving my strength for swinging!”

Faith groaned as Joyce flipped her up onto her haunches, her hands still cuffed behind her back. She knew she looked ridden hard and put away wet. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and her clit clearly visible, sweat soaked her from head to foot, and cunt-juices were smeared down her inner thighs, all the way to her knees. However, somehow she guessed things were going to get a lot worse. Faith groaned as Joyce pulled her gag off. “I’m sure everyone will want to listen to you now.”

“Claudette,” Joyce passed the thickly-built black a riding crop, “you’ve enjoyed Faithie’s big, round hooters. Why don’t you go to town?”

“Oh yeah,” Claudette grabbed Faith’s full mane and yanked the helpless teen beauty’s head back. “This big, middle-aged black bitch is gonna beat your cute little titties red, honky slut. Tell me how much you want it slut?”

“Please Mistress,” Faith smiled longingly. “Whip my fat round titties, show your whitey bitch whose her big black boss.”

“I think I will.”

The restrained Slayer whimpered as the domineering black raised the cane and swung it. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “OWWWW!” The dark-eyed brunette squealed as the laughing African-American beat a tattoo out on her nipples. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Aaaah,” Faith moaned as the crop crashed home again, tits bouncing and perspiration flying.

“Oh yeah, you’re learning your lesson good,” Claudette snarled, lust and anger filling her eyes.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Yaaaa, ooooh!” the cuffed beauty wailed as the crop cracked down on the top of her rounded melons, a red line stretching across them. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Ooooh, ouch, owww!” Faith squealed as the crop swung under her tits, crashing into their fleshy underside, the crop snapping into her boobs, and making them jump up. “Ooooh,” Faith squirmed and whimpered as pain ravaged her firm bosom.

Claudette grinned. “Every one should find one of her in their Christmas stocking, a little honky tramp to play with!”

The black brought the crop back down, two more strikes crashing into her top. TWHACK! THWACK! “Oww! Ouch!” Faith squealed as her jugs swung down under the blow’s momentum. THWACK! TWHACK! “Oww! Eeee!” Faith let out a shocked cry when the crop hit her underside, knocking her titties back up.

Claudette grinned before continuing her onslaught. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Aaaa,” Faith squealed in surprise when the crop caught her with a trio of blows on the outside of her left tit, following quickly by a trio of stingers to her right. “Oh god! Oh god!” Faith wailed and sobbed as her rapidly welting tits jumped and swung under the domineering black’s continuing barrage, blows coming at her from an ever-changing variety of blows.

Finally Claudette stepped away, smirking at Faith’s bright tits. “You know Claudette, I think they’d glow in the dark,” Joyce giggled before looking at her. “Head down, ass up, Faith.” While Faith moved into position, Joyce gave a leather belt to Susie. “That ass belongs to you, Susie.”

The Oriental giggled. “If only that were true. What a peach!”

”Ooooh,” Faith moaned as the woman began fondling, stroking and squeezing her plump, upraised ass.

”Are you ready to be your Oriental mistress’ bitch?” Claudette demanded for Susie.

“Yes Mistress,” Faith panted as Susie’s fingers dug deep into her rounded curves. “I’m just a honky slut with a bod built for sin and made to serve, use me any way you want.”

The three women in charge of her disciplining all high-fived one another as the others laughed and giggled. “Susie,” Claudette giggled. “Have fun with our trailer trash’s tight white ass.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

”Owww!” Faith squealed as the simplest of training implement crashed into her bare butt, glistening globes wobbling as the harsh leather cut in.

“Take it bitch!” Susie squealed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ohhh, owww, oooh,” Faith groaned as her upturned ass’ muscled cheeks danced to the Oriental’s unrelenting barrage.

“Yeah that’s right, scream you little whore!” Susie laughed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Faith wailed as her behind bounced and vibrated to the blows cutting deep into her firm flesh. “Jeez, that hurts.”

”Yeah, and it’s no more than you deserve!” Susie ranted. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

”Oh! Oh! Oh!” Faith writhed helplessly as the blows snapped down, her tight tushy burning as if fire ants were eating at it. “Jeeez!”

Mercifully the ass beating ended, but Faith shuddered as Joyce moved her onto her back, her legs wide apart and folded under her, a mean-looking Rosa standing over her, a five-pronged whip in the Latina’s hand. “Oh yeah,” Claudette said, “sweet little honky babe gonna get it now.”

WOOOSH! CRACK! WOOSH! CRACK! WOOOSH! CRACK! WOOSH! CRACK!

”Oh Jesus!” Faith wailed, back arching and eyes bulging as the whip snapped down and into her cleft.

WOOSH! CRACK! WOOSH! CRACK! WOOOSH! CRACK! WOOSH! CRACK!

“Aaaah! Goddd!” Faith’s curved lips parted in a shriek as some of the whip’s prongs even managed to dip inside of her, stinging like bee stings and coming away moist with her juices.

SNAP! THWACK! SNAP! TWHACK!

“Oh god! Oh god!” The dark-eyed beauty thrashed in agony as the whip continued to lash down on her, her once-smooth labia welting.

SNAP! THWACK! WOOSH! SNAP!

“Ooooooh,” Faith squealed as her nether lips reddened and swelled, her clit standing out erect at the top of her slit, twitching wildly. “Jeeez!”

CRACK!

But not wildly enough to avoid a strike right at the top of her nubbin. “Aaaah!” Faith squealed as lights exploded before her eyes, her body gyrating wildly as her beating continued.

THWACK! THWACK!

The Latina let out a wild laugh as her expertly-wielded whip snapped directly between Faith’s swollen cunt lips, a stream of fluid erupting from Faith’s snatch as the heat building within her erupted. “Aaaaaaah!” The Slayer bucked and shrieked, but kept her legs apart as the grey haired Latina continued her bitch training. “Fucccccck!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Three more strikes smashed home on her spurting cunny. “Oooooh! Oooooh! Aaaaah!” Faith’s screaming became ever more high-pitched as she continued juicing. “Oooooh! Eeeee!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The Latina was relentless, the leather mercilessly thrashing Faith’s spasming snatch and just kept on cumming. “Ooooh! Aaaaah!” Faith screamed herself hoarse. “Goddddddddddddddddd!”

Finally Rosa allowed her bitch to slump to the table, her body shaking and pussy blazing on fire, her juices soaking the busty beauty. “Now that’s what I call well-whipped white trash pussy,” Rosa laughed.

“You’re the association’s president, Doris,” Joyce turned to the group’s oldest member. “I saved the best for last. You’re the only group member who gets to wear a strap-on and bang our babe.”

“Oh I’m not sure, she’s been through so much,” Doris peered down at the hands and knees Slayer, the old woman’s hands stroking at the teen submissive’s naked shoulders.

“Oh the more she takes the better she likes, isn’t that right?” Faith nodded at Joyce’s question.

“Well if you’re sure,” Doris alternated between the naked beauty and the proudly watching Joyce.

”Oh I’m so sure, I’m going to give you something that I was going to give to Faith on Christmas Day, her present if you will,” Joyce replied. The women let out shocked gasps when the harem boss pulled out a fifteen inch long steel dildo that was two inches round at the tip and a pussy-stretching seven inches round at the root. Faith whinnied in horror as Joyce passed the seventy year old the strap-on, the snowy haired woman giggling nervously as she looked at the mammoth strap-on.

”Oh go on, Doris!” Rosa leaned forward. “This little slut wants you to pound her doesn’t she?” Faith nodded even as her frightened eyes remained on the steel pole.

“Give it to her for all of us!” Claudette agreed.

”Cut her in two with that monster!” Susie pleaded.

”Oh yeah!” Belinda added. “Fuck that tight little bitch loose!”

“Okay,” Doris fastened her cock on then stood behind Faith as Joyce unfastened her cuffs and moved her onto her hands and knees, the room falling silent as Doris took hold of Faith’s hips.

”Faith, look up.” Faith looked up at Joyce’s instruction to see the mirror moved in front of her, enabling the nubile Lolita to watch the snowy-haired old woman fuck her while the aging female’s middle-aged friends watched and shouted encouragement.

Yep, Faith thought, life didn’t get anymore humiliating than this.

“Ohhh,” the Slayer groaned as the steel cock’s substantial tip rubbed against her nether lips, the chill metal cooling her over-heated core.

”That’s right,” Claudette smirked as Doris leaned over Faith and began happily feeling up the compliant beauty, squeezing her pert breasts, perhaps remembering when her own chest was as non-saggy, rubbing her ass, reminiscencing when her own was as firm, and stroking her lean belly, recalling the days when her own didn’t stick out. “Doris gonna teach you respect for your elders.”

“Aaaah!” Faith wailed as Doris rammed her hips forward, forcing at least half of the massive girth into her sopping, trembling twat. “Ooooh, that’s so big.”

“More to go dear,” muttered the older woman as she pulled her hips back, pulling the mammoth girth out of Faith’s flexing cunny.

”Oh yeah!” hooted Rosa. “A lot more!”

“Aaaah!” Faith’s back arched, breasts bouncing up as the elderly woman re-inserted herself with a vigour that belied her age. “Fuccccck!” Faith squealed as ten inches drove into her, pussy stretching as she struggled to accommodate the prodigious length. “Godddd! Shit! Fuck!”

”Nobody likes a gutter mouth, dear.” Doris tutted, her hand cracking against Faith’s ass.

”Oh yeah,” Claudette cawed. “Doris is taking the trailer trash to school!”

“Sorry ma’am,” Faith panted as Doris pulled her hips back. “I’ll be your good girl.”

“I’m sure you will,” Doris drove herself forward, taking twelve into the Slayer’s rapidly adapting fuck-hole, her velvety walls shaking happily around the woman’s gargantuan cock. “Not quite there yet.”

“You can do it!” Belinda encouraged.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Faith shook and groaned as the woman pulled out and then drove forward again. “Aaaah, ohhhh, aeee.” Faith squealed as this time the woman’s sagging belly slammed against the brunette’s curved rear. “Ooooh! Ooooh!” Her dark eyes widened as the dildo punched deep in her, the walls rubbing constantly against the massive girth stretching her, so big that it even rubbed constantly against her clitoris. “Aaaa! Gaaa!”

“Oh yeah,” Rosa laughed. “I don’t believe it! Doris got it all in her!”

“Doris has always been a high achiever,” Kayla laughed.

Faith didn’t hear another word as the senior citizen continued her drilling. Doris’ wrinkled hands slid up the Slayer’s smooth-skinned hips to grab her shoulders and pull her back to meet Doris’ plundering prick, forcing her even deeper inside the under-age beauty. “Oh, oh, oh!” Sweat rivered off the Slayer, dripping to the floor as her dangling tits swayed back and forth in tandem with the rest of her curvy body, pert ass bouncing every time Doris’ chubby gut slapping against it. “Ahhh, aaah!” Faith gasped as the elderly woman pounded at her with a vigour that belied both her advanced years and matronly appearance. “Oooooh!” In-between every thrust, the elderly woman would briefly pause to grab a tit, slap an ass cheek, rub her pleasure button, or kiss and lick at her neck before returning to her enthused fucking, the seventy year old enjoying her rare domination of the servile teen babe. “Oooh, oooh.” And then suddenly the elderly woman stopped her fondling and went full bore at the pussy hammering, her giant cock pounded in and out of Faith’ tight pleasure channel, juices seeping down her soaked inner thighs. “Goddddd!”

“Gaaaa!” The woman drove at her like she was a drill and Faith was the oil she hoped to plunder. “Aaaah, ooooh,” Faith gasped, her blood burning and vision blurring as her climax approached, a volcano building between her legs as Doris continued unabated. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Faith panted, drool dribbling down her chin as she forgot entirely about the age and relative unattractiveness of the woman fucking her, such concerns rendered unimportant next to reaching her climax. “That’s it, that’s it, harder! I need you, please!”

“You want it dear?” Doris leaned over and stuck her tongue into Faith’s ear, slobbering at her as she yanked the girl back by her shoulders and drove her own cock deeper and deeper, barely pulling back a couple of inches before driving back into the eager Slayer. “Let’s see if I can oblige!” Doris shrilled as the clothed woman dominated her naked teen plaything.

”Ooooooh!” Faith’s toes curled and stars erupted before her eyes as she came, juices waterfalling out of her. “Aaaaaah!” Sweat flowed off her curves as her blood pounded, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. “Oooooooh! Aeeee!”

“Ha!” Claudette cackled as Doris pulled out of her fucked bitch. “Looks like Doris knows how to use a cock. ‘Cause that honky slut is FUCKED.”

“As well as being very hot and very shameless, Faith is very innovative,” Joyce passed the buxom bombshell a rolling pin and wooden spoon. “Show the girls what you can do with them.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith replied as she rolled onto her back on the lounge table. The women crouched around her let out a collective gasp as the sultry sexpot eased the rolling pin between her spread legs and into her well-lubed pussy, the spoon cracking down hard on her aroused love-button.

“Oh my god!” Doris gasped. “She’s shameless!”

”We already knew that!” Rosa commented.

“What a whore!” added Susie.

“Best Christmas party ever!” giggled Teri.

Sweat gleamed on the alluring beauty’s naked form as she hammered the rolling pin back and forth, the makeshift dildo battering her pussy into realms of pleasure. “Oh, oh, oh,” her breath caught as the surrounding women began happily pawing at their plaything, tugging on her rounded chest, running their fingers over her flat midsection, and reaching under her to squeeze at her pert tushy.

“Look at those writhing muscles, she’s like a racehorse.” Claudette enthused.

“Well she’s certainly been ridden hard tonight!” cackled Kayla.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Faith panted as the women commented on her beauty, her conditioning, and her general slutiness. “Oh, oh, oh.” Joyce nodded approvingly as she watched her friends play with her fuck-toy, the beauty spread out and on show for their entertainment. “Oh, oh, oh.” All the touching, rubbing, and pinching encouraged the brunette to speed up her pussy pounding and clit slapping, Faith going faster and harder. “Godddddddd, ahhhhh, jeeeeeeeez.” Sweat dripped into the Slayer’s eyes, blurring her vision as the hands pawed constantly at her writhing frame.

“She’s better than a Broadway show!” Rosa laughed.

”Well they do have to obey decency laws, not like this one!” Susie laughed.

“Yes! Yes!” Faith’s hips rose, ass swinging in the air for her gropers to spank and fondle as her excitement and arousal grew. “Oh god!” Faith groaned as two of the women lowered their heads, latched their mouths onto her tits, and entered a competition to see who could be the first to suckle a nipple off her tits, pleasure thundering through her chest. “Oh jeez!” Faith twisted and writhed under the women’s enthused pawing, her chest heaving as her hips swung up and down. “Oh fuck! This feels so goddamn goooood!”

“Potty mouth to go with her sinful body!” Doris tutted.

“Yeah, yeah!” Faith squealed as the rolling pin drove in and out of her wildly flexing twat, her powerfully flexing inner muscles threatening to splinter the wood within her. “That’s right!” The buxom Slayer shrieked between spoon slaps to her throbbing clit. “I’m sinful! I’m a tight-bodied little tramp! I’m a fat-titted whore! I’m a slut who can go all night! I’m an easy lay! I’m a skank! I’m a-.” Faith’s dark eyes widened as her body began to shake, a wave of heat crashing over her. “I’m cumming!!!!!” Faith let out a choked shriek as her juices spilt out from her cunny, spilling out to soak her thighs. “Ohhhh! FUCCCCCK! YESSSSSSSSSSS!”

Joyce clapped her hands as the still quivering beauty slumped back onto the table. “Well thank you for coming everyone, I hope we’ve entertained you,” Joyce smiled. “And I’ll be sure to ring you in the New Year.” The moment the door closed behind the last of the suddenly shame-faced women, Joyce looked down at the still exhausted fuck-toy sprawled out on her table. “Thank you for tonight Faith, you’ve given me plenty of blackmail material for my mayoral campaign.”