Thanks for taking care of my body, Faith

Ok, in between this chapter and the last Buffy has returned to Sunnydale and got her own body back but Faith has now escaped taking Cordelia with her and making her her bitchslave. If you want the exact details check out Oric's original story 'Thanks for lending me your body, B' on AFF/TSSA.  Unlike the other chapters this is told from Faith's first person perspective.  

Actually I didn't leave town straight away. I stashed Cordy and the car and

went to make Joyce and Buffy an offer they couldn't refuse.

I crept back to her house, wary of an ambush. She was there, at the dinner

table in her little flowery dress, eating chicken and vegetables with her

mom. Well she was MY mom now! I wasn't going to let Buffy have her back, she

was the one who neglected her, I was a better daughter than she'd ever been,

I loved her much more than the real Buffy and she loved me far more than her

genuine daughter, I just knew it. I was going to kick Buffy's ass and take

Joyce with me.

I leaned close to the window and listened to their conversation.

"So Buffy, how did you escape the council?"

"Wasn't too hard. I mean if Faith could do it then it wasn't much of a

problem for me."

BITCH! You'll pay for that, along with everything else!

"Tell you what though, my body feels kind of weird"

"What do you mean?" Joyce inquired.

"Well, a little sore in places and kind of...stretched I think would be the

right way of putting it. Faith must have really put it through the mill

whilst she was using it."

I had to suppress a snigger, especially as Joyce coloured and quickly went

back to her meal. If only you knew Buff? Maybe I'll tell you before I kick

your ass!

"Where did you get all the money?" Joyce asked pointing to a pile of cash on

the sideboard.

Buffy looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Ah, I stole it from the Council

men, thought it might be useful getting back here."

I knew she was lying but I couldn't work out why?

They finished dinner. Buffy offered to put the dishes away but Joyce had

other ideas. She patted her knee. "Come here Buffy."

"What?"

"None of this would ever have happened if you'd paid a little more attention

to your mommy. I'd have known that you and Faith had swapped bodies in an

instant if you hadn't stayed away from me for so long. I'm going to punish

you for neglecting me."

"But...?"

"Over my knee, NOW!" Her tone brooked no nonsense.

WOW! Way to go Joyce! I was tempted to attack then and there when Buffy was

at her most vulnerable, draped over her mother's lap with her little white

lace thong panties around her ankles. But the sight of good little Buffy

getting a bare assed spanking from her mom was just too good to miss.

Joyce didn't hold back either, letting her have a session of punishment that

even I doubt I could have handled, turning Buffy's ass a lovely shade of

scarlet. Buffy was crying by the end, her feet shaking in her little white

socks. Good stuff B, get used to shedding tears as I'm going to cause you a

few more very shortly!

Then something happened I didn't figure on.

Joyce took the weeping Buffy and cradled her in her arms, cooing to her

softly, stroking her hair and clutching her to her chest, gently massaging

her now bright pink buttocks with her hand to remove the worst of the sting.

Buffy hugged her closely and buried her head in Joyce's breasts.

"There's a good girl "Joyce whispered nuzzling her head to Buffy's. "I love

you. I want you to promise me you'll never leave me again."

Buffy looked up at her. "I promise mommy" she responded. "I'll never leave

you again, I'll never neglect you again. I missed you. I love you."

Then came the killer. "I missed you too, Buffy."

They kissed, Buffy looking a little surprised when Joyce slipped her the

tongue but politely returning it, closing her eyes and melting into the

experience. Joyce gently slipped her fingers within her uncertain daughter's

already dripping cunny and within a minute had skilfully teased an

unresisting Buffy into an almighty orgasm, curling her hand within her and

fisting B mercilessly.

"AH...AH...MOMMY, MOMMY, YES, YES, OH, OH, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FUCK ME,

FUCK ME HARD, UUUUHHHHHH!" she cried, letting her panties slip off her ankles

onto the floor, allowing her to spread her legs as far as they would go and

bucking wildly on her mother's hand like the wanton slut I'd always known she

was.

Joyce helped her recover by opening her blouse and bra. Buffy hesitated for

a moment then took the hint and began to suckle on her breasts, her mouth

eagerly enveloping Joyce's swollen nipples as her mother explored every inch

of Buffy's body with inquisitive hands. She directed Buffy's left hand to her

free breast and Buffy's right to her own extremely moist cunt. I was treated

to the improbable sight of oh so-righteous-Buffy finger fucking her own

mother to climax whilst sucking enthusiastically on her luscious tits.

Joyce prised her reluctant head away from her chest and kissed her, gazing

deeply into her eyes, Buffy appeared dazed but gleefully returned the love

and affection she saw there. She guided Buffy's head down between her legs

and on her own initiative Buff unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down Joyce's

lacy, sensible mom-panties and began to lick out her cunny. She was tentative

at first but soon showed instinctive skill and enthusiasm, exploring the

place she came from with her tongue, bringing Joyce to a bone-shaking orgasm.

Joyce stood shakily up, taking one of Buffy's hands in hers, the other idly

groping Buffy's breasts, rubbing her nipples to pert hardness, eliciting a

low breathless moan of pleasure from her daughter.

"I need to show you, Buffy" she whispered. "I need to do everything I did

with Faith with you and more because I need to show you that whatever we had,

you mean more to me."

A cold knife twisted in my chest.

Buffy looked hesitant for a moment. But it wasn't what I thought.

"Dawn?"

"Won't be back from Girl Scout camp until next week."

Buffy nodded in understanding and smiled. She willingly let herself be led

unresistingly upstairs to countless hours of unrestrained lovemaking.

I remembered what those lips felt like. I remember the delicious sting of

that hand on my hips, I remember what it was like being clutched to that

bosom and hearing precious, gentle words spoken to me by my mom. But Joyce

wasn't my mom. She had never been speaking them to me. She'd been speaking

them to the real Buffy, her daughter, her beloved child, not the white trash

from Boston who'd hijacked her body.

I looked at my reflection in the window. That was the real me, a murderer, a

filthy disgusting bitch that none of them would ever have touched if they'd

known it was really me. If I'd told them who I really was, if I'd told them

I wasn't really Buffy, revealed myself as Faith in her body, they'd have

backed away in horror.

And fear.

All those people who had loved me had really loved her. All those people who

were grateful for being saved were grateful to her. There were so many.

I'd had them for such a short time. But Buffy would have them for the rest

of her life.

And I had no one.

I walked away. Fuck them. Fuck them all. Let them have their pathetic little

love-in, I didn't care. I'd leave them alone and hope they'd forget about me,

I didn't care, I didn't need them, I didn't need anyone. I was five-by-five.

Sunnydale was too small a town to hide in. Better to go to LA, lose myself

amongst the crowds.

Lose myself entirely.

* * *

The road stretched out in front of us. I didn't know where we were going.

Maybe we were going nowhere. All I knew was we were going nowhere fast.

"Slow down Cordy, we really can't risk a ticket."

"Yes Mistress" she replied like the good little sex slave she was. I smiled

again. The thought that high and mighty Cordelia Chase was now the property

of Faith the Rogue Slayer was something that never ceased amusing me. I doubt

it amused Angel. I wonder if he'd got himself a new secretary yet?

I really didn't need any hassle from a State Trooper. Normally we could charm

our way out. If that failed Cordy and I would just suck him off until he

forgot what he'd stopped us for. I remembered with a smile the female officer

who'd stopped us. She'd been quite the fuck, especially with her nightstick.

I wondered if she'd got out of her handcuffs yet?

Still when you're wanted by the police, FBI, Scooby Gang, Angel

Investigations AND the Watcher's Council you kept a low profile. Or tried to.

They always found us. It was hard enough to escape conventional heat but a

whole different story when the people chasing you had seers, locator spells

and visions from the 'Powers that be'. In hindsight sending that mocking

letter to Buffy had been REAL dumb. The latest in a long line of stupid moves

Not to mention that Jonathon guy, almost caught us twice, he was a genius!

And eminently fuckable, especially when he starred in ‘The Matrix’

And somehow I always found trouble. Or trouble found me.

You could never stop, always had to keep running. And running. And running.

I shifted in my seat. I missed the bucket seats on Angel's Plymouth but again

it was a sacrifice. It was a stolen car and far too noticeable. We could

steal another but that would bring heat. We could buy one but money was

scarce since our pursuers had tracked down our porn royalty payments (maybe

magic, maybe Willow's hacking?).

Maybe there'd be a strip club in the next town Cordy and I could dance at? I

considered pimping Cordy again but I didn't like the thought of her with

someone else. Heh, who would ever have thought I was the jealous type?

"HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!"

Cordy hit the brakes, catapulting me forwards. I looked around. One little

girl by the roadside being menaced by three hulking guys. Welcome to America.

Cordy didn't hesitate. She wheeled the car around and smashed into them,

scattering them like skittles, bones snapping like kindling. She may be my

slut bitch but she can still handle herself when I let her.

They picked themselves up again, picked themselves up as though nothing had

happened.

Vamps.

The girl raced to the driver's door, Cordy reaching for her, salvation so

near. The vamp got her other hand and in a moment she was caught in an

unequal game of tug-of-war. She was about twelve with brown hair and eye's

to match. She reminded me of another little brown haired girl from Boston,

a little girl who had lost her innocence far too long ago...

I vaulted over Cordy and kicked the bloodsucker in the face. I landed on

my feet and effortlessly tossed the girl into the convertible. It was pure

instinct. I just found myself doing it without a second's hesitation.

"Mistress?" Cordy questioned.

"GO!" I instructed. I never even thought about it, never considered my

actions for a moment.

Cordy reversed the car as I faced off with the vamps.

Then I turned and ran.

I heard them laughing whilst I grabbed the branch. They loved to laugh. I

think they like the sound of their own voices more than they even like blood.

It snapped off in my hand.

"Climbing a tree won't save y..." I staked the first. The second squared off.

I staked him too. The third ran, ran like the wind. Then he was blowing in

it, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Been a while but hey, once a Slayer always a Slayer

Felt good actually. Like old times, when me and B would go out and walk the

walk together, kicking ass and taking names back in Sunny'D. I kinda missed

that in a strange way.

Oh Christ, I was actually getting nostalgic! Next I'd be yearning for kicking

in the library with the Scoobies listening to Giles explaining the threat of

the week.

It was ok I guessed. Felt kinda nice to be part of something. Like when

they'd invited me to the Homecoming Dance or that time Buff, Joyce and Dawn

had me for Christmas and everything.

CHRIST! What was wrong with me? Well, I kinda guess that's a much deeper

question.

                          

I tossed the stake aside and jumped back in the car. The girl was staring at

me, shaking like a leaf, clutching Cordy's arm like grim death.

"Where do you live?" I asked simply.

* * *

It was a rat hole. It didn't surprise me. Abandoned cars, garbage, stray

dogs, a grotty apartment above a garage. Seemed like home except that even

that was denied to me nowadays. Isn't that how they define hell? Never being

allowed to go home?

I remember living in a place like this. Just come and go as you like, no one

would ever notice.

"Go on then" I opened the door. She paused for a moment.

"Thank you, thank you so much"

She ran to the door as I laughed at the idiocy of it all. A guy opened the

door. Daddy? Fat, dressed in a dirty vest, unshaven, a beer can in one hand.

He reminded me of some of mom's old boyfriends. 'Mom' appeared behind him,

cigarette hanging out of her mouth, her face prematurely aged and worn out.

Total white trash. I shook my head. This is what she'd been so desperate to

get back to? Maybe we should have brought her with us? Or let the vamps have

her, that might have been kinder.

What happened next was the last thing I ever expected.

'Daddy' picked her up in his arms and held her, dropping the beer can as he

did so. Held her in a very different way to how mom's boyfriends ever touched

me. "What happened? Where have you been? We were so worried..."

Brother and sister appeared, complete with baseball caps and t-shirts, Jerry

Springer audience the lot of them. But they clustered around her, their faces

filled with concern.

The girl started crying. So did 'mom'. They all joined in.

I needed to get out of there. I had to get out of there.

"DRIVE!" I ordered Cordy.

She obeyed. Of course.

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I was surrounded by bars, rows and rows of bars. And rain was spraying

through those bars, warm, sticky rain. Soaking my face and clothes.

And then it wasn't rain. It was blood. Spurting in a way that didn't happen

when you stabbed a vamp that you only got when you stabbed a human. I should

know, I knew how that felt both giving and receiving. And they weren't bars

anymore, they were legs, men's legs, all around me, men who wanted to hurt

and imprison me and I was just a little girl again, helpless, naked, curled

in the foetal position, whimpering.

Cordy's watch alarm woke me up. Thank Christ! I hated the dream. Why the hell

was I having it so often nowadays? It should lessen with time! I wiped the

sweat off my brow, eager not to lose face in front of my slave. Looking over

I realised she was crying.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Today's my birthday"

OH FUCK! I hadn't actually forgotten, I'd just never bothered to ask. I knew

from experience this was important. She might be my slave but I still had to

show her I cared, even if it meant just giving her an extra whipping in the

morning. When it had been my birthday Cordy had awoken me by licking my

cunny. This had continued for hours until her tongue cramped up so much she

lost the ability to speak.

"Ok slut, what would you like?"

She smiled at me "A non-stop all day fucking session with you, mistress..."

I smiled back. I'm sure it could be arranged.

"...and to call my parents"

I bit my lip. Snotty bitch, Wasn't I enough for her any more? "I bet you had

great birthday parties when you were a kid, didn't you slut? Pony rides and

ice cream and balloons and clowns? I bet you and Buffy and Willow and Dawn

all had a great time together" I sneered at her.

I remembered my birthdays. The birthdays we only really started celebrating

when I turned twelve. All those strangers, staring at me, watching as I

danced for them, wanting me, wanting my body but not knowing my name, not

caring enough to know. But at least I was valued for something, someone

wanted me, at least they were paying attention for once.

She looked at me, genuine fear on her face. I didn't like seeing her scared,

pain mixed with lust sure but not fear. I knew it too well. "I didn't know

Buffy back then" she replied quietly.

I relented. "You can phone them from the motel when we leave" I looked ahead

again.

"And...Angel and Doyle?" it almost took my Slayer hearing to hear her

whisper.

I looked at her. I looked ahead. There was the sign for the turnoff to LA.

What were the odds I wondered?

I looked up at the sky. It was a starry night.

"Just can't leave me alone can you?" I asked.

I gave in "Let's go to LA-LA land"

Cordy suppressed a smile and took the turnoff to Los Angeles.

The road stretched out in front of us. But now at least I knew where we were

going. I just didn't know what we'd find when we got there.

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