The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

2.

“Hi Mom.”

Faith looked as the door opened, eyes widening as a totally Buffy Summers walked in. Her heart dropped as she looked over her shoulder to see Joyce Summers smirking at her, and felt at the dried juices on her face. Last night hadn’t been a nightmare, she was so fucked.

The older Slayer walked over to the bed and casually pulled the duvet off, her hand reaching between Faith’s legs to stroke at her baldness. “Hello Faith.”

Faith glared at the blonde, helpless to respond. A hand hit her ass hard. “From now all your harem users are to be addressed in private as ‘Mistress and then their name,” Joyce said. “Except me, I’m Mrs. Summers.”

“Hello Mistress Buffy,” Faith groaned as the fingers rubbing at her wettening crotch delved deeper, the other Slayer’s hand sliding up to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples.

“Mom,” Buffy pouted, “I don’t like the way Faith looked at me when I walked in. Can I?”

Joyce rolled on her back and began fondling herself, her eyes fixed on the two teens. “By all means. You know where the hairbrush is”

Buffy smirked at her, an evil look. Suddenly the other Slayer had her hand in Faith’s chestnut mane and dragged her over to the mirrored dressing table at the opposite end of the bedroom. “Bend over and look into the mirror.”

Faith groaned as she obeyed, her stomach hollowing as her fellow Slayer picked up an ivory-handled hairbrush off the dark wood surface. Faith moaned as the blonde’s fingers gently stroked her rounded globes, darting between them and into her ass crack, just tender caresses. “I can see I’m going to keep you in line,” Buffy murmured.

And then the hairbrush came down hard on her left cheek. SMACK!

And then the right, even harder. SMACK!

Faith gulped, her dangling tits bouncing with the blow’s force. “Harder,” Joyce panted from her position on the bed, “show her who’s boss!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three hard ones encompassing both buttocks, her buns bouncing with the impact.

“Don’t hold back!” Joyce moaned. “Don’t forget she’s a Slayer too!”

“True!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“OWWWW!” Faith squealed, her ass blazing as the Slayer hit her with half a dozen blows in quick succession, alternating between both cheeks as they danced to Buffy’s punishing rhythm.

“You show her!” Joyce giggled.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“OH FUCK!” Faith squealed as the blows bit deep into her helpless behind, coming at a relentless pace no normal human could match.

“Ohhhhh!” Faith shuddered as the giggling blonde hit her with six on each cheek, one cheek having barely stopped wobbling when the barrage on the second had ended, and then the Slayer returned to hitting each one in turn. “Ohhhh!”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Who’s in charge?” Buffy stridently demanded, not ceasing or even slowing in her attack.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Owww! Owww!” Faith panted. “You’re in charge! You are!”

“Oh Buffy,” Joyce panted, “you’re making mommy so hot.”

Buffy laughed and continued laying the beating in. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!! “You gonna mind your betters?”

“Yes! Yes!” Faith panted, wishing she could defend herself, but Compulsion held her as secure as any shackles. “Please, please, Buffy. I’ll be good!”

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACKK!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACKK!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACCKK!!!!

“You’re finally learning some respect aren’t you? The way you spoke to us last night!” Buffy ranted. “You were a bad girl weren’t you?”

“Yes, yes! I was bad!” Faith admitted as her ass blazed, her cheeks jumping and welting with every bruising blow, her legs shaking as her body overloaded with pain.

“You won’t do that again will you?” WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACKK!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACKK!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACCKK!!!!

“I’m sorry!” Faith screamed, pained tears rolling down her high cheeks. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”

“Just for good luck!” Buffy laughed. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACKK!!!! WHACK!! WHACCKK!!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

“Oh Buffy!” Joyce squealed. “My first climax of the day, you good girl!”

Faith moaned softly as the other Slayer pulled away, looking over her shoulder she could see her glorious globes were now a humming red, painful just to touch.

* * *

Once breakfast was finished, Buffy frenched her mom and hurried out, laughing softly as she promised Faith she was looking forward tonight. Joyce sat languidly in her seat, her fingers gently stroking, teasing Faith’s nude curves as the entrapped beauty lay dutifully on the table, her legs folded under her body. Finally the older woman sighed regretfully and rose. “Come.”

Faith silently rose and stalked after her mistress, following the middle-aged dominatrix to a door under the stairs. The woman opened the door, a light springing immediately on, and started down. After a second Faith followed down the stone steps, her satin skin pimpling at the basement’s chill.

Faith let out a gasp as she reached the floor.

The dimly lit basement was a dungeon master’s dream. A bleakly-black iron stand in the far corner had a number of discipline toys stood in it – cat of nine tails, bull-whips, canes, riding crops, straps, floggers, and paddles, frightening in their number and variety. Against the back wall stood a long table almost buckling under the weight of all the BDSM equipment on it.

To the far right were the restraints, a selection of gags – ball, ring, butterfly, and even pecker gags, then there were spreader bars, clothes pegs, clamps, cuffs and even some evil looking butt hooks. In the centre of the table were a collection of blindfolds, hoods, and even some ear-plugs. Then to the left was a positively huge selection of sex toys, staggering in both number and variety, dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, suction cups, and anal beads were all represented as were some objects even Faith didn’t recognise.

And that wasn’t even close to the end of it, Faith realised as she tore her eyes away from the intimidating table. A St. Andrew’s Cross was secured against the right wall, its metal gleaming menacingly, a fastened down wooden whipping post stood by the stair way, a sawing bench beside it, and a plastic gynaecological table stood against the left wall, varying medical equipment packed on it, an intimidating looking rack stood beside it, and a set of stocks just beyond it.

“Sometimes when Buffy’s grades aren’t up to scratch I bring her down here for a few hours, just to encourage her.” Joyce turned to her. “This is where bad little girls go, I will get my pleasure out of you one way or another.” Joyce placed her fingers under Faith’s chin and pulled her head up. “But I’m sure that won’t be necessary in your case. Will it?”

Faith shook her head. “No Mrs. Summers. I’ll be a good girl.” Although she somehow knew Mrs. Summers would find some excuse or other to eventually bring her down here.

”For me and the rest of my harem?” the older woman pressed.

”Yes, Mrs. Summers.”

“Good,” Joyce smiled. “Now let’s get back upstairs, you owe me a few more wonderful climaxes.”

* * *

They’d barely made it to the top of the stairs and out into the lounge when Joyce unfastened her silk robe and through it carelessly to the ground, revealing the nine inch steel monster protruding from her crotch. “It rubs against my clit,” Joyce unnecessarily explained, “so when I’m pounding one of my bitches I get pleasure both from your climax and my own. Knees.” Faith sunk silently to her knees before her dominatrix, the once-sassy Slayer now enscrolled by the powerful witch. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do, lube me up!”

Faith nodded before lowering her head and kissing the tip. The curvy Bostonian’s dark eyes fixed submissively on her mistress, she eased her tongue out of her mouth and began slowly sliding it up and down the thick member, making it gleam and shimmer with her tongue juices.

“That’s right,” Joyce cooed, her long fingers stroking Faith’s bare shoulders, “you keep licking that cock, get used to the taste, you dirty whore!”

Faith continued her licking, switching between gentle kisses then returned to the top, latching her lips around the tip and sucking gently, while gripping the rest of the prick in her hands and giving it a handjob, the steel cold underneath her grasp. Then she opened her mouth wider and started swallowing, breathing through her nose as she eased the strap-on into her wet, warm mouth, tongue still servicing it with eager, wanton abandon.

“That’s right,” Joyce panted as she began to thrust her heavy hips back and forth, the sound of Faith’s gulping and gargling filling the air as the mother forced her cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, “deep-throat me like the slut you are!” Faith’s thick locks snapped like a whip as she bobbed up and down, perfect teeth scraping the sides of the prick plundering her tight throat. “Take it! Take!”

Drool ran down the Slayer’s cheeks as her jaws stretched to accommodate the giant strap-on, the sound of her wheezing filling the air. And then Joyce pulled away, a lustful madness glazing the middle-aged mage’s eyes. “Bend over and kneel on the couch.”

Faith leapt up with a sensual grace that only her fellow Slayer could match and got into her position, her hands gripping the back of the couch, her tear-dropped tits dangling in mid-air, and legs far apart. “Good girl,” Joyce cooed, her long fingers now grasping Faith’s chestnut locks, pulling her head back with a barely human strength, “ready?”

“Aaaah!” Faith gasped, her nubile frame bouncing and tits swinging when her mistress rammed the cock into her cunny in one smooth motion, her walls parting and clenching the thick invader as Joyce’s pot-belly slapped against the delectable slave’s rounded rear with the force of a strap. “Aaaah!” Faith squealed again as the dominatrix yanked herself out then rammed the cold member back in, its tip hitting her cervix with a heavyweight boxer’s force.

“Oh you love it don’t you?” Joyce demanded as her other hand raked down the east coast Slayer’s unblemished back, her lithe muscles rippling in surprise.

”Yes!” Faith panted, sweat forming on her forehead as her pounding continued. “Yes!” Joyce wasn’t interested in gentleness or tenderness, just pounding the fuck out of her little bitch, demonstrating she could use her just as hard as she pleased. “Yes!” Faith panted and shook as her cunny shook and heated around the cold invader, the spell ensuring she gloried in her degradation. “Yes!” Her body shook as the hand clawing at her back disappeared, no moved around to grab a shaking tit and squeeze and pinch, excitement and pleasure pulsing through the tormented jug.

”Want me to go harder?” Joyce queried as she leaned over her taken toy.

Harder? Faith’s ebony eyes bulged. She could go harder this? What was this woman she called Mistress? “Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith panted dutifully.

“Good girl,” Joyce laughed as the fingers in Faith’s rich locks tightened still further.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Faith wheezed, cheeks hollowing and expanding for air as Joyce stopped pulling the cock out all the way, instead only withdrawing a quarter of the way before driving it back in, ensuring there was no respite from her throbbing, heating volcano. “Oh, oh, oh!” Sweat poured off the Slayer. She no longer cared that this bitch behind her was some middle-aged hag who’d imprisoned her and she felt nothing but disdain and hatred for, all she cared about was the rushing towards climax. “Oh, oh, oh!”

“Yes!” Joyce whispered in her ear. “You’re nothing but a tramp, Faith. A delicious tramp who belongs to me and mine, but nothing more. Do you want to come?”

“Please!” Faith groaned and whined, desperation warring with desire. Was Mrs. Summers threatening to prevent her climax? “Please!”

“I knew I could teach you some manners.” The fingers clawing at her bouncing breast tickled their way down her wobbling midsection, then grabbed at her clit, teasingly rubbing against the bulging, excited pleasure button, and then twisting it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Faith’s back arched as her belly contracted and released, stars erupting before her bulging eyes as her cupid-shaped mouth opened in a scream, legs flexing like a sprinter’s reaching for the finishing line as her cunt contracted then released, a deluge of cunt pleasure fluids spilling out. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“As I thought,” Joyce nodded as she rearranged the shaking Slayer onto all fours on the couch and knelt behind her, “very responsive. You are an untapped well Faith, oh the pleasure you’re going to give and the power I’ll leach from you.”

Faith didn’t care about the words, all she cared about was getting more climaxes. The shapely teen let out a low whimper as Joyce eased her cock back into her, the middle-aged woman taking a firm grip of her young slave’s sweaty flanks just above where they swelled out into her heavenly hips. “How does that feel, Faith?”

“Oh,” Faith moaned at the tender, caring whisper. “Yes, Mrs. Summers, you,” Faith’s eyes rolled back at the domineering witch eased herself out and then back in, the hands that had been on her tiny waist now leisurely exploring the body of the beauty she now possessed, “you’re so good to me.”

“Thank you, dear,” Joyce brushed the Slayer’s hair off her neck and began kissing, licking the sweat beading there, as her hips eased back and forth, working the cock out of her wet channel, “I always believe in respecting one’s property.” Joyce’s hands reached under her, grabbing at Faith’s bouncing melons, squeezing and rubbing her wrinkled hands all over the smooth, rounded flesh. “As long as the property respects me back.” All the time fucking her bitch with the same steady pace, the continual in and outing making Faith shake with desire, her speech nothing but inarticulate grunts.

Then the forty-something suddenly speeded up, torpedoing in and out of the Slayer’s moist cunny. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” Faith’s head shot up, curved lips dropping open in a gasp, the hair dropping in front of her face making her look like some-barely tamed cave-girl. “Oh god!” She screamed as the jack-hammering continued, her curved hips pushing back instinctively to meet the pleasure-giving rod, her curved butt bouncing off Joyce’s swollen belly. “Fuck! Fuck!” Faith squealed as her velvet walls shook and vibrated around the steel cock plundering her depths.

”Oh,” Joyce moaned, pleasure thick in her voice. “The energy you’re giving me, the spells I’ll be able to do.”

“FUCK!” Faith squealed as her walls shook around the cock, the volcano inside her erupting again, lusty juices spilling out, dripping down her legs.

“More!” Joyce panted, her thrusts growing even harder, deeper as the cock became a blur inside her. “I want more!” Sweat flew off Faith, her wails of pleasure turning to bestial screams, her wantonly-shaped form responding on a lower, primal level to her mistress’ urges. “More!”

Once again her back arched, her pussy clenching tightly around the thick cock probing her, every muscle on her defined body standing out as her jaw-wide shriek welcomed another orgasm. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Fluids flooded down her already soaked thighs, breasts bouncing with gleeful abandon.

“Oh yes!” Joyce panted and exulted. “You are so good, you dirty, dirty girl!” The woman’s hands trailed down the nubile teen’s wildly perspiring body, the mane hanging over Faith’s beautiful features obscuring her primal, lust-filled expression. Faith’s grunts and moans mingled with the stench of sweaty sex as Joyce snatched hold of her budding hips and began yanking her back and forth while working her own hips like a pendulum. In and out thrust the steel cock, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Faith’s cunt contracted and relaxed as her body shook and writhed, trembling and twisting as if assailed by a hurricane, a helpless slave not only to the magic-wielding battle-axe but her own wanton desires.

The Bostonian bombshell was still shrieking her next climax when Joyce grabbed her hair and casually flipped onto her back, her well-rounded tits bouncing into the witch’s practiced hands, her sweat-slicked back rubbing against the couch cushion’s flowery pattern. “Yes, yes,” Faith’s doe eyes rolled back as her mistress lowered her head and began kissing, licking, and nibbling on her tits, every touch sending waves of pleasures through her aroused frame. “That feels so, so good.”

Joyce smirked down at her pet, the confidence of her possession radiating in her eyes and her cheeks flushed with passion. “I think I can get this cock deeper, my dear. Put your legs over my shoulders, we’ll fold you into a neat little package.”

”Yes, Mrs. Summers.” Faith nimbly lifted her long legs up into the air, leaving her engorged pussy even more exposed, excited juices still sliding out of it. The moment her legs hooked around Joyce’s shoulders, the witch shoved her steel prober deep into the eager Slayer’s willing cunny, the busty brunette’s velvet heat clenching instinctively around it, and her rounded rump lifted off the couch with the insertion’s force. “OH FUCK ME!”

“If you insist dear,” Joyce muttered in-between bites at Faith’s bouncing jugs, the forty-something’s hands grasping her silken hips even as she pulled her own hips back, half-withdrawing before ramming the cock all the way back in, the cock sliding easily through the now slicked channel. “Like that you mean?”

“Oh yes,” Faith pouted and writhed, body twitching under every ramming, biting, touching, anything Joyce did to her, Faith was Joyce’s puppet on her string, and the witch had had plenty of experience breaking new girls in, decades of it. But her plans for Faith far exceeded anything she’d done in her college days and since.

“Oh yes!” Faith knew none of this, all she was conscious of was the need to serve, to engulf herself in as much pleasure as Joyce had to give. “Oh yes!”

And so it continued, Joyce relentlessly fucking her, sweat sliding off their conjoined bodies as Faith thundered towards another climax. All the time Joyce feasted on Faith’s breasts, biting, licking, kissing, and sucking on her succulent fruits while her hands groped the Slayer’s ripe behind, stroked her long legs, and tickling her delightfully trim midsection, knowing that every touch made the Slayer need and want her more. Finally Faith’s back arched off the couch, her cunny vibrating and twitching around the cock inside her, her choked cry ringing around the room as her orgasm filled her, pleasure pounding her veins. “YES! YES! OHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHH!”

Faith was still thrashing about in gleeful climax when Joyce pulled out and slumped to a seat, sweat suffusing the middle-aged woman’s body, heavy thighs and pot belly shaking slightly with exertion. “Get on me.”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers.” Faith nodded, realised she was no longer sure if it was Compulsion that made her obey this forty-something bitch who’d enslaved her or the need for more of the greatest climaxes she’d ever had. Whatever the reason, she bounded up and bent over the cum-slicked cock, teasingly licking her own juices off it, her own taste filling her mouth.

Joyce giggled, the woman shivering with delight at her debauchery. “Oh you dirty girl!”

Faith grinned then squatted over the thick cock, her feet either side of Mrs. Summers’ legs then pointed the cock at her cunny and slowly lowered herself onto it until she was straddling the older woman, their tits rubbing enticingly together, and her cunny completely gloving the steel rod. Faith’s hips moved up, slowly sliding up the cock, then drove back down, clenching welcomingly around the monster, a low moan escaping her pouty lips. And then Joyce was pressing her own lips to Faith’s, her tongue ravaging the ingénue’s mouth in much the same way her prick was ravaging her pussy.

Perspiration flew off Faith’s curvy body as she speeded up, her gleaming tits bouncing and full, sweat-matted mane snapping wildly as she rode the proffered cock. Faith moaned into Joyce’s greedy mouth as the witch grabbed her slender hips and began pulling her up and down, her own hips driving up to meet Faith’s descending pussy. Soon her pussy was throbbing wildly, her stomach fluttering with the now-familiarly welcome build-up to yet another climax.

And then it happened, her body shaking gleefully as the witch drove her pet to another climax, her stomach rolling as her cunny pushed out juices to splatter the older woman’s thighs. Joyce pulled away from the kiss and grinned at her. “See that phone table by the front glass door. “Go sit on it.”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers,” the dutiful slave nodded as she clambered off the cock and rushed to the front door, as naked as the day she was born and a hell of a lot more sexy. Instantly she jumped onto the desk, conscious but not caring that anyone passing by who happened to look in would see her sat there, naked as a baby.

In fact Faith felt a depraved thrill run through her at the thought of this older woman she wouldn’t have even looked at for a second using her like a piece of disposable trash for the entire world to see. Her fingers trailed down her trembling stomach and began rubbing up and down her puffy labia, the slightest touch sending a shock through her engorged nether lips. “Please, please,” she begged piteously, “please Mrs. Summers, please, I need your cock.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Joyce rode and strode over to her, apparently uncaring about the world seeing nude. But then what she got to be ashamed of, nailing a teen babe like her? The older woman grabbed her hair and pulled her into a proprietary kiss, lips crushing against hers before pulling away, standing in front of Faith, yanking the teen’s legs apart, and teasingly rubbing her cold cock-end against Faith’s molten sex, the juices dripping off the strapon and the Slayer pooling on the carpet. “So you want it do you?”

”Ohhh,” the Slayer writhed, lips parting in a moan, eyes screwing shut. “Please.”

“Please,” Joyce leaned into her, her breath hot on Faith’s ear. “I want to hear you beg?”

“Please,” Faith pleaded, panic suddenly grabbing her, probably a by-product of the spell but she couldn’t be sure. “Please,” she begged, tears forming in her eyes, “fuck my hot body. Use me like the dirty little street slut I am! Fuck me hard! I’m your naughty girl, use me!”

“You persuaded me,” Joyce laughed as she hooked an arm around Faith’s sweat-drenched lower back and pulled her to the table’s edge while shoving her hips forward.

“Oh yes!” Faith screamed with delight as the cold, hard metal sliced through her wet, soft cunny. “Oh yes!” she moaned as Joyce dragged her cock out then pushed it back into her welcoming warmth. Faith’s mouth opened as Joyce lifted a heavy tit to her mouth, taking the sizable mound in her mouth and sucking even as she locked her legs around the witch’s broad waist.

”Yes,” Joyce moaned as Faith started suckling, “you bad girl.” For a while the older woman took her young bitch slowly, taking time to enjoy the way sweat gleamed on her body, the way she felt against her at the moment of entry, the way she felt to touch, the dutiful worship in her dark eyes. “But you’re my bad girl.” Eventually though, the witch sped up, grunting with every thrust, the breast-gagged Slayer grunting and bouncing with every impalement. And then Faith’s back arched, the muscles there writhing as her crotch muscles flexed and contracted, spurting out yet more juices.

“Oh after that I’m exhausted,” Joyce gasped as Faith went limp, her body still shaking, thick mane dropped over her face, covering her lust-filled features, sweat gleaming on her naked, ridden-hard, and put-away wet body. “I’m going upstairs for a rest, so I want you to do the washing-up, laundry, dusting, and vacuuming for me, Faith. Do the vacuuming last though, I want some sleep.”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers.” Faith nodded with eager obedience even as the other part of her brain struggled to think of a way out of her predicament.