Breaking Faith

Training A Slayer

The moment Faith materialised on the floor of a fancily decorated lounge, she felt her powers returning. Looking up, the naked Bostonian saw the wicca smirking down at her. “You bitch!” Faith screamed as she leapt to her feet and charged the witch, fists clenched.

The sultry east coast honey’s luminous eyes widened when the witch sidestepped her attack with ease. The witch grabbed and held her in a chokehold, grinding her leather-clad body against the Slayer’s naked, sweaty frame. “I’m far stronger than any mere Slayer, my pet. Now, sleep.”

* * *

“Crap.” Faith groaned when she awoke, her muttered curse echoing around the dimly-lit room. Her blood chilled as she looked around her surroundings.

The busty Slayer was in a cellar made into a dungeon, torches fastened to each of the four walls, their dancing flames partially illuminating the gothic chamber. It was a sadist’s wet-dream. A small cage stood by the doorway, a wooden spanking bench, stockade, and whipping post all stood against the far wall. All the torture instruments a dungeon master or mistress could ever need were arrayed on a table before her helpless eyes -blindfolds, ball-gags, nipple clamps, floggers, cat of nine tails, leather belts, paddles, pin-wheels and even a violet wand. In addition there were also a ton of pleasure toys – clit stimulators, dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and butt plugs.

What made it even worse was the position the helpless beauty found herself in. The sultry fox was still completed naked, her arms above her pointing upwards, her wrists fastened to a ceiling beam. Her ankles were secured in heavy wooden yokes jutting out of the ground, holding her legs at 90 degrees angles. “Comfortable Faithie?”

Faith strained at the cuffs. When they refused to give, she shook her head and forced herself to look at the witch. “Been better bitch!”

The witch shook her head and laughed. “That spirit!” The wicca shivered, hands fondling her leather-clad body. “It gets me so wet!”

Faith’s breath shortened when the redhead sat on a chair opposite, her legs spread apart. What was the crazy bitch going to do now?

Her pool-like eyes widened when a leather belt, a cat of nine tails, and a paddle levitated off the table. The leather belt flew parallel with her full tits, the cat of nine tails positioned itself between her helplessly spread legs, and the paddle moved behind her. The red-head leered at her. “Gentle.”

“Oooooh.” Faith’s cheeks burned when she was unable to prevent a grateful moan from escaping her ruby red lips when the cat of nine tails began to stroke her pussy, making her nether lips quiver with excitement, the belt’s caress likewise hardening her long nipples, and the paddle softly spanking her well-rounded ass.

Her tormenter laughed. “Like that do you?” The witch’s lips turned into a thin line. “You won’t like this!”

“Yaaaa!” Faith yelped when the cat of nine tails slapped against her cunny, some of the whip’s strands flying inside her slit, pulling away slicked with her juices. Next the leather belt hit her tits, pain reverberating through her aroused nipples, blood pumping through her tortured chest. Finally the studded paddle stung her ass, the shock lewdly tilting her pelvis forward.

The beating continued for an apparent eternity. Sometimes the three implements alternated between hitting, sometimes two of them hit her, sometimes it was all three, making her nubile body dance like a pornographic puppet’s. Willow’s hips suddenly bucked off her chair, her juices dripping down her crotchless skirt. “Oh yes!” The red-head squealed, her face flushed.

For a while the red-head sat slumped in her chair, her green eyes glazed as she watched Faith’s continued beating, a small smile playing on her lips. Then the witch spoke. “Stop.”

Faith gasped as the three tools floated back to the table. The red-haired lesbian stood and sauntered over to her. Faith whimpered and wriggled when the witch slid her hand between Faith’s legs, the red-head’s fingers dancing lightly on her heavily welted labia. “Are you ready to obey?”

“Fuck you!” Faith blustered. The dark-haired wildcat struggled in vain against her restraints.

Willow cupped the beautiful Bostonian’s chin in her hands. Faith defiantly spat in her face. Willow just laughed. “Oh good, I knew you’d be fun!”

* * *

Faith blinked as she materialised in a small featureless room, cuffed spread-eagled to a bed. Her heart tightened when a naked Willow walked in and pointed her can between the sultry Slayer’s secured legs. Faith swallowed at the monstrous fifteen inch long, six inch wide phallus on a mechanical arm aimed at her defenceless and already brutalised pussy. She looked up at the smirking red-head, wanting to beg but unwilling to do so.

”It’s my own creation-.”

”Angel won’t let you get away with this!” she warned.

Faith screamed as the witch brought her cane down hard on the dark-eyed beauty’s still tender nipples. “Don’t interrupt,” Willow warned. “It’s rude. Angel will believe he’s visited you once a fortnight. I’ve done a spell you see.” The witch beamed at the artificial phallus. “As I was saying, it’s my own creation, a real beast, I bet a slut like you likes them big. But it’s not just big.”

“Jesus!” The chains rattled when Faith wriggled helplessly as the machine began to pound her, stretching her even more than the nightsticks had.

The red produced a remote control. “It goes at different speeds. Fast,” Faith gasped as the piston mercilessly thrust into her, barely giving her time to breath between each assault. “Medium. And slow.” Faith moaned as the throbbing piston slowed to a snail’s pace, taking a blissful eternity to snake its way into her sopping core.

“But that’s not the half of it.” Faith’s eyes widened as the dildo began to expand inside her already well-stretched pussy. “It’s expandable up to ten inches in girth.” Faith shook her head in helpless panic, she couldn’t take this. Faith’s body convulsed, her chains jangling as an electrical current shot through her nether regions. “I’ve also set it so it can electrocute, heat up.”

”NO!” Faith screamed as her pussy suddenly heated up, practically barbecuing her sweet hole. Then just as suddenly her pussy was enveloped by a numbing freeze.

“Oh and chill. A real scientific achievement. Of course a normal woman couldn’t take this. But a sluttish Slayer who used to fuck on film?” Faith’s mouth dropped open, how did she know about that?

“But,” Willow smirked. “It would be mean to just concentrate on your sweet little twat.” The sexy brunette writhed powerlessly as her tormenter placed her palm over her purpling, quivering clit and teasingly stroked it. “I’ve got something for those big mamas and that wonderfully tight ass.”

Faith gritted her teeth when the sadistic witch produced a pair of steel nipple clamps. More pain for her battered breasts. The red-head tenderly stroked the brunette bombshell’s lustrous hair before taking her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulling it, stretching it until it jutted upwards. Then the witch slid the evil-looking clamp over her nipple, tightening it until it pinched. Faith whined as her captor repeated it with her left nubbin. “And let’s not forget your ass.”

“No fucking way!” Faith’s heart beat like a drum when the magic-using sadist produced a foot long, four inch wide butt-plug. But as bad as its huge size was, what made it even worse were the half-inch rounded spikes covering it.

”Now Faith,” Willow scolded as she took hold of the sexy Bostonian’s ass and lifted it off the bed, positioning the deadly implement just under her shithole. “If you relax it will be easier for you.”

“Shaaaaaa.” Faith screamed wordlessly as the red-head took hold of her hips and forced her down, making her tightest hole to spread before the spiked invader. The next twenty minutes were a blazing agony as the warped instrument was shoved inside her, shredding her anal ring. Faith sobbed and whimpered, but Willow was remorseless.

“You took it all, well done.” Willow smirked at the sobbing Slayer. “And guess what?”

“Noooo!” Faith screamed as the plug started to move inside her.

“Yep, it vibrates. Don’t worry,” Willow stroked her long locks. “You’ll be all healed up in a couple of days.” The phallus re-started pounding her pussy and her clamped teats began vibrating. “I set everything to random. Have fun. See you in a few hours baby.”

* * *

Faith looked up from her torment when the door opened and her still naked captor strolled in. “Hello pet, are we five by five?” Willow giggled.

Faith glared impotently at the witch. The last few hours had been the most agonising of her young life, most of it spent in a half-dream state brought on by a sordid mixture of pain and pleasure. She’d lost count of her humiliation and pain-filled climaxes at twelve, and that had been hours ago. She was led in a bed soaked with vaginal and anal blood, sweat, and cum, her curvy body glistening and aching all over. But she wasn’t broken, not yet, not ever.

Willow’s eyes glittered at her non-reply. “Naughty, naughty,” the witch straddled her naked shoulders and glared down at her. “If you want me to take the machines out, open your mouth.”

Telling herself that licking a little pussy was no big deal, Faith opened her mouth. A stream of hot piss flew out of the witch’s crotch, hitting her square in the mouth. “No!” Faith gagged as she turned her head away, the urine streaking down her face, matting her hair. “You fucking bitch!”

”Naughty, naughty!” Willow laughed as she finished before climbing off. The machines torturing the sultry Slayer disappeared.

Faith looked at Willow, straining with all her might to get free. She couldn’t believe that the shy little bookworm had just humiliated her in such a manner. “You are gonna pay bitch!”

Willow giggled. “You’re really not in any position to threaten me my little street waif. I see I’m going to have to be more creative.” Willow beamed. “It’s lucky I’ve masturbated about this for years.”


Faith groaned as the witch grabbed her tit flesh, pinching her fine as fuck boobs. The cruel Wicca looped a thin rope around one tit then the other before manoeuvring and sliding the ropes together, tightening them with a series of knots until they cut into the entrapped beauty’s tender titties. A pair of ice mounds were placed over the Slayer’s jutting nipples. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Willow laughed as the nubile teen’s back arched as the blood rushed to the over-sensitized nubbins and she tried and failed to throw off the chilly mounds.

The giggling red-head set up a stand with a candle over her pussy and lit it. “FUCCCCK!” Faith screamed as hot wax dripped onto her quivering lower stomach, her flat belly trembling and undulating in a vain attempt to escape.

Red knelt between the brown-haired beauty’s lewdly sprawled legs. “Any time you’re ready to give in just say.”

Faith’s nubile frame arched, her shackles jangling against the bed’s iron railings when her assailant penetrated her box with two fingers, thrusting them in and out of her. Rosenberg worked her cunt for some time before adding a third and then fourth finger, reaching up inside her to work the trapped Slayer’s G-spot. Faith squirmed and panted, unable to deny the ecstasy the witch was giving her together with the hot wax burning her trim belly. “Oh you like it my little whore,” Willow hissed. “Remember you’re nothing but a slut.”

Faith screwed her eyes shut, trying to push away Willow’s words. They shot back open when Willow yanked her cum-slicked fingers out, made a fist, and forced it back in, twisting from side to side, stretching her velvety walls. “No,” she whimpered, her curvy body bouncing and aching.

Willow just smirked and began punching her cervix, grunting with every blow. Meanwhile the wax continued to drip onto Faith’s tummy. Finally her pussy clenched around the invading fist and she exploded as she came, dots in front of her eyes. “Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!” Faith screamed herself hoarse, her ripe body thrashing wildly.

“Oh.” She came round to see Willow looking down at her. “Are you ready to submit?”

Faith’s rosebud mouth opened and shut without any sound coming out. She wanted to fight but Willow was too strong, too cruel. And why should she deny it? Her mom and her mom’s guys had always told her she was a worthless slut. “I submit.”

Willow beamed before taking the candle and the ice mounds away. The beautiful Bostonian shuddered when her new owner fastened her piss-matted locks into a pony-tail and secured a leashed collar around her neck before unfastening her cuff.

Faith momentarily considered attacking her tormenter but knew she didn’t have the strength. “On your knees!” Willow yanked viciously on her leash, pulling her onto the carpet. The witch led her over to a small cage in the corner, unlocked the door and pointed to the straw-covered floor. “Inside.” Sighing slightly, Faith crawled inside, her wiggling ass getting an appreciative slap from the witch as she passed by. The door clanged shut behind her. “Training starts tomorrow. I can hardly wait.”