The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

20.

Faith hurried to the front door, the Slayer dressed in a frilly lace-trimmed apron and matching choker Mrs. Summers had bought her for Christmas just a few weeks ago. It really had been the best Christmas ever, her Mistresses had showered her with presents, kinky little outfits, sex toys, a dvd set of all her shows, and exercise equipment, she’d cried a lot ‘cause she’d never got presents before. Then at six o’clock Christmas night, all her Mistresses had arrived from their various parties and houses, and started a fuck-a-thon where her Mistresses rotated twenty minutes each with her, doing whatever they wanted, that lasted until mid-morning Boxing Day.

Yeah, it had been the best Christmas ever.

Faith opened the door to find a severe-looking woman about Mrs. Summers’ age stood there, wearing an arrogant expression and a trouser suit. The woman’s eyes momentarily widened at Faith’s almost-nakedness but recovered quickly. “I’m Margaret Walsh, I have an appointment with Joyce Summers.”

”Ah Maggie!” Joyce appeared from the lounge, rushed over and hugged the woman, pulling her inside as she did so. “Come in, come in.” Joyce looked towards Faith, eyes turning commanding. “We have a guest, clothes off dear.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.” Unmindful of the open door, Faith pulled her apron off and laid it neatly on the hall table, standing naked between her two clothed elders and betters.

“Faith here is one of my girls.” Joyce tousled Faith’s mane as the Slayer stood meekly beside her. “And our group submissive. Dear, go and brew some tea. Your Auntie Maggie and I would like some coffee.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.”

When Faith returned, the two women were sat on the couch. Mrs. Summers reached up and groped the Slayer’s ass as she bent down and put the tray of hot drinks down on the coffee table. “Your Auntie Maggie and I went to college together dear, in fact Auntie Maggie was one of my first subs. Oh the times we had.” Joyce looked towards the other woman. “What brings you to town?” The other woman opened her mouth. “Wait.” Joyce’s gaze returned to her. “Faith, it’s time for you to exercise. Let’s start with thirty one-handed press-ups with your right hand, then the same with your left.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith dropped onto the carpet before the two women and began, lithe muscles rippling as she obeyed her Mistress.

Margaret’s eyes were fixed on Faith as she answered Mrs. Summers. “I’m here teaching at Sunnydale College.”

“Maggie dear, don’t forget our link.” Joyce raised an eyebrow. I know you’re not telling me the whole truth.”

Mrs. Walsh swallowed as she continued to watch the exercising beauty. “I’m running a special operations unit into the supernatural.”

“Oh really?” Mrs. Summers smiled. “Isn’t that interesting?” Faith swapped arms and continued her exercises as Mrs. Summers gave her guest a brief history of the Hellmouth and Slayers. The moment she’d finished her press-ups, Joyce glanced towards her. “Fifty hand-stand press ups, show our guests what you can do.”

”My,” Maggie swallowed as Faith obeyed, sweat beading down her nubile body as all her pleasing bits jiggled, “she’s quite athletic.”

”Oh yes,” Mrs. Summers agreed with a nod, “and amazing in bed, beautiful to look at, very compliant. She’s the jewel of my harem. But I have over a dozen girls in it.”

”A dozen!” Mrs. Summers’ guest gasped.

“Yes,” Joyce passed the photo album of all the girls over to Mrs. Walsh. It was a book that would almost certainly get Joyce arrested if a policeman ever saw. Although maybe he’d just settle for a turn with Faith. “Here they all are, my pretties.” Joyce looked towards Faith as Walsh leafed through the well-thumbed album. “Faith, once you’ve finished, I’d like you to give me fifty jumping jacks.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith replied between grinding out reps, sweat beading on her nubile, naked body.

”And bear in mind a vampire Slayer can take more punishment than a normal girl, so you can take your sadistic tastes further than normal, and my daughter and a couple of her friends would be very interested in learning from you,” Mrs. Summers smiled. “Of course, Faith and the others are only available to you if you agree to re-submit to me.”

Mrs. Walsh watched as Faith leapt up and began doing her fifty jumping jacks, the stunning Slayer’s breasts and ass jiggling and bouncing as she leapt athletically. “And what are your terms exactly?”

“Well obviously sexually, we’re both interested in younger flesh, beauties like my Faith, rather than ladies our own age,” Faith beamed at Joyce’s praise. “It’s more your professional life I’m interested in.”

”My professional life?” Walsh queried.

“To be specific your special operations unit could be a great assistance to my Slayers, and also I’d like an open exchange of information,” Joyce explained. “I’d also like you to check your major decisions of your operation with me beforehand.”

“Is that all?” Walsh demanded.

“Faith,” Joyce looked over to the Slayer as she stopped her jumping jacks. “Your belly could do with some work. Put your legs over the table and do a hundred crunches.”

”Yes Mrs. Summers.” Faith dropped onto her back and swung her calves onto the table before beginning to grind out her crunches, her trim belly coiling as she burnt away fat before it even settled there.

“Not quite no,” Mrs. Summers told her guest about the Mayor and her plans for Sunnydale. “I will require your support, both public and private.”

“That’s ambitious,” Walsh commented.

Mrs. Summers laughed. “You know me, ambitious.”

“True,” Mrs. Walsh laughed before sobering. “And in return?”

“You get your name inked onto Faith’s back, meaning you take part-ownership of her together with everyone else in my harem,” Joyce replied. “There are other girls in my harem that are submissive and enjoy being punished, but you can’t take it as far with them as you could with Faith because they don’t have her pain tolerances and because some of them have families who would notice their injuries.” Joyce looked down at the brunette ingénue. “Once you agree, I’ll give you the morning in my dungeon with our plaything. No permanent damage or disfigurement though, I won’t allow that.”

“I agree,” Walsh licked her lips as she looked at Faith.

”Excellent. Faith,” Joyce glanced towards her. “From now on, you refer to this lady as Mrs. Walsh, and you accord her the same respect as myself and Principal Snyder. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers.”

“So docile,” Mrs. Walsh purred, eyes glinting. “You do amazing work, Joyce.”

* * *

Faith looked around the dungeon that Mrs. Walsh had dragged her into. When Mrs. Summers was in charge, she didn’t spend much time in here, Mrs. Summers liked having her on her knees licking pussy or on her back taking a fist or strap-on in her ass or cunt too much to waste time disciplining her. ‘Course when green-eyed Buffy or the sadistic Anya gotta hold of her they really liked to punish her. Strangely Tara had kinda gotten into it too, tho fortunately the formerly shy wicca liked having her box licked out even more.

”What’s this?” Mrs. Walsh stared down at a machine with a thick dildo stuck out of the top and ankle straps on the side.

”A sybian Mrs. Walsh.” Faith shivered as she remembered the last time Buffy had used it on her. The blonde Slayer had strapped Faith’s ankles into it, produced two pairs of cuffs, bent her brunette Slayer backwards and cuffed her wrists to her ankles, then gone upstairs for a coffee. Mrs. Summers had found Faith passed out and drenched in her own cunt juices the next morning, Buffy laughingly claiming to have ‘forgot where she’d left Faith’.

She must have come thirty times before she’d passed out, and at least twice as many as that while unconscious. Man, her pussy had ached that weekend.

“Look at me.” Walsh grabbed her by the chin and forced her eyes to meet the taller, older woman’s. “You think you’re special don’t you? Young, beautiful, and the chosen one?”

”No Mrs. Wal-, owww!” Faith wailed when the other woman yanked her lustrous locks back.

“Did I ask you to speak?” the professor shrieked. “Mrs. Summers has been too soft on you, you uppity slut!” The middle-aged woman dragged the dark-eyed nude to the centre of the dimly-lit basement, to where manacles hung from its ceiling. “Hands up, you little tramp!”

Faith silently obeyed, the Slayer shivering slightly as the cold metal was fastened around her wrists, forcing the tiny teen to stand on her tiptoes. “That’s better,” Walsh nodded as she strode around the restrained beauty, her eyes eating up Faith’s naked beauty, “but my slut needs more don’t you?”

The enslaved Bostonian nodded dutifully as she submissively cast her gaze down. “Anything you wish, Mrs. Walsh.”

Walsh chuckled before walking over to the table where all the bondage equipment was kept and picking up a stainless steel j-shaped hook about an inch long with a smoothly rounded end and an attachment hook on the other end. “I assume you know what this don’t you?”

”A butt hook, Mrs. Walsh.”

Walsh nodded before walking behind her, the bondage equipment in her hand. The lecturer expertly parted her ass cheeks. “Ohhh,” Faith shivered as the chill instrument penetrated deep into her anus, digging in deep.

”Now all we need is something to fasten it to.” The professor giggled as she grabbed the collar around Faith’s slender neck then secured a chain to Faith’s collar and ran it down to the butt hook, forcing Faith’s head back and her spine to arch, forcing the collar to tighten and choke. The professor giggled at Faith’s gurgling. “Now what next?” The professor walked back to Faith and grabbed her bosom. “Of course those big beautiful breasts need some attention.” The professor walked back to the table and grabbed a rope. Faith moaned inarticulately as the educator expertly looped the rope around her neck and tied it around her boobs, the rough hemp cutting into her tender fleshed tits.

The professor had obviously done this before, tying a rope around her torso, just above Faith’s round breasts, and another loop below them, forcing her jugs to protrude even more then normal, then tying the ropes together, forcing the rough hemp to squeeze her tits from below and above, rubbing constantly on her young flesh. After she’d finished Walsh stepped back and smirked. “As pretty as a picture.”

The professor walked behind her again and fastened two sets of manacles to her already restrained wrists, the manacles’ empty cuffs dangling down to her shoulders. “Now let’s see how flexible you really are.” The professor grabbed her by the ankles and bent them up behind her body, cuffing them to the empty manacles, effectively folding the Slayer in two. “Oh look how limber you are.” The professor cackled when she ran her fingers up and down the Slayer’s bald, the dark-eyed teen’s restraints jangling as she shifted uncomfortably.

“I think you’ll want to do a lot of screaming later, but I can’t have that.” The professor snatched a rough hold of Faith’s hair, forcing her head forwards, the collar restricting her breathing to a wheeze as the older woman fitted the Slayer with a ring gag. Drool poured down the Slayer’s face as her jaws were forced apart. “Excellent.”

Faith’s dark eyes bulged when the professor pushed out a car battery on a trolley, muttering inarticulate, terror-filled grunts and groans. “Yes, when Joyce rang me and told me she had a slave and a deal for me, I asked her to get a few things in for me.” The professor smiled as she attached jump-leads to Faith’s hard nipples and the battery. Faith’s eyes widened when the professor added to her nipple stimulation by hanging weights from them, her nipples threatening to pop right off her boobs, then did the same to her clit, tugging it away from her crotch. “I’ll leave that until I’ve finished.”

“Ummmm.” Faith wailed and groaned as the sadistic middle-aged woman picked up a handful of clothes pegs, bent over in front of the Slayer, and started tugging and twisting on the restrained beauty’s labia, pain burning through her loins. The professor giggled as Faith jiggled helplessly in her restraints, then began adding to the Slayer’s vaginal stimulation by fixing a trio of pinching pegs to each pussy lip, blood pumping into her engorged lips. “Ummm.”

The professor laughed. “Now I’m going up to change, but I promise I’ll be straight back.” The professor grinned. “Oh wait, I almost forgot.”

“UUUUUU!” Faith shrieked and writhed as much as her restraints would allow when the sadist turned on the car battery. Electricity shot through Faith’s tits, sweat springing out on the nubile’s body as waves and waves of stimulation crashed over her tits, torrents of electricity shooting into her. “UUUUU!” Faith squealed as her breasts throbbed and ached, electricity pulsing through them.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy that, bye now, Faith.”

“UUUUUUUUU!” Faith looked pleadingly at the woman, but her beseeching gaze was ignored as the laughing woman walked out, turning off the lights as she went, plunging the beauty into an impregnable, unforgiving darkness. “UUUUUUU!”

* * *

The dark eyed beauty blinked when the basement door opened, the sudden light making her eyes tear and water. “Hello, bitch.”

“Uhhhhh.” Faith gurgled incoherently as the middle-aged woman walked in front of her, clad now in a black PVC suit.

”My,” Joyce giggled, “you have done some good work. Buffy will learn so much from you. But remember, this girl earns me money, no long-term injuries.”

”I remember,” Mrs. Walsh stared fondly at her soritory sister then turned her attention back to Faith, “although I wouldn’t mind doing a live show myself with this bitch.”

”Oh think of the ratings!” Joyce giggled.

“Uhhh,” Faith gurgled helplessly, jaw still aching from the ring forcing her mouth apart, drool drying on her face. Her arms ached from the time spent supporting her entire body, while her legs had long since cramped folded under her. Sweat soaked her naked form, matted hair sticking to her face and neck, her neck aching from being jerked back to accommodate the chain running from her ass. Her pussy throbbed from the clothes pegs pinching her engorged labia, but that was nothing next to the electricity-generated agony pulsing through her chest, her weighted nipples and clit stretched to twice their normal length.

“You’re doing well,” Mrs. Walsh stroked Faith’s face, the PVC glove crinkling across the Slayer’s sweaty features. “Let’s see how well you do with the next stage.”

“UHHH!” Faith’s back arched, the chains supporting her jangling as Walsh yanked the jump-lead clamps off her tits.

“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Joyce giggled, the housewife sat on a stool to Faith’s left, the middle-aged woman’s skirt down by her ankles and her hands rubbing furiously at her hairy crotch.

“I’ll have to toughen her up,” Mrs. Walsh grinned.

“UHHH!” Faith squealed again when the middle-aged sadist snatched a hold of the clothes pegs and yanked hard on them, pulling them off, nether lips tugging and pinching as blood pumped into them. “UHHH!” Next the weights were tugged off her nubbins and the rope released off her tits, the Slayer moaning with relief as the hemp’s constant rubbing on her hooters ended, but her tits left temporarily bruised and marred by rope burns. “UHHH!” Finally the restraints on her legs were uncuffed, allowing them to fall to the ground and the hook pulled out of her ass, the chain running from her ass to her collar thankfully removed.

“I bet you think you’re special,” Walsh muttered as she removed Faith’s ring-gag from behind and kissed at her neck, “so beautiful, lithe, and young, but you’re not. You’re nothing but a worthless little whore.”

”Yes Mrs Walsh,” Faith croaked, her throat dry and hurting.

”Those luscious fat breasts,” Faith shifted uncomfortably as Walsh cupped and squeezed her battered boobs, thumbs rubbing at her tingling, engorged nubbins, the woman’s plastic clothing rubbing against the Slayer’s naked back. “That firm round ass.” Faith’s back arched as Walsh’s grip changed to Faith’s upturned ass, the professor’s gloved fingers digging deep into the Bostonian’s behind. “That sexy, flat belly.” Faith moaned huskily as the middle-aged woman’s long fingers stroked up and down her wildly quivering belly. “Those long, slender legs.” Faith gasped when the woman crouched her legs apart and fixed a six foot long spreader bar apart between her ankles. “But it means nothing, you’re nothing but meat.”

”Yes Mrs. Walsh,” Faith whimpered. Clearly this nutty bitch had really, really wanted to be one of the popular girls when in high school, but had never made the grade. Talk about resentment issues.

Walsh laughed before walking in front of her and picked a bullwhip up off the bench. Its crack sounded through the basement as the middle-aged woman walked back behind her. “Get ready, girl.”

”Aaaah!” Faith squealed as the whip lashed down on her right shoulder, two, three times in quick succession, white hot pain lashing through the writhing beauty’s lithe muscles. “Aaaaah!” Faith squealed and squirmed as Walsh turned her attention to her other shoulder, three more blows tearing through her. “Oooooh.” Faith squealed as the laughing sadist cracked another trio of blows across the subjugated seductress’ back.

Faith panted and gasped, her back seemingly on fire. Faith flinched as the professor rubbed at Faith’s welts, muttering promises of yet more pain and humiliation into her ear between kisses to Faith’s neck. On the one hand, Faith hated the painfully humiliating service she’d found herself in, on the other she loved the family and security she’d found with Mrs. Summers and her harem.

Plus, Mrs. Summers had opened her up to a whole life of depraved debauchery she’d never even dreamed of.

“Now for that delectable derriere.” Walsh’s high-heeled boots clicked on the floor as she walked up in front of the whimpering beauty, selected a paddle that was about a foot long covered with half-inch studs.

Walsh walked behind the brunette, then swung the paddle. “Ahh!” Faith wailed as the paddle cracked hard into her ass, cheeks jumping.

”Oh this is so much fun!” Joyce squealed excitedly.

THWACK! THWACK!

”Ahhh!” Faith squealed, her back arching as the paddle’s studs dug deep into her rounded flesh.

”So glad you’re having fun,” Faith hissed when Walsh grabbed her sweat-matted hair and yanked her head towards the watching housewife, “aren’t we bitch?”

”Yes, Mrs. Walsh, Mrs. Summers,” Faith panted, as excitement and pain raced through her veins, “I’m glad my slutty performance is entertaining you.”

”Oh,” Joyce giggled breathlessly, “she’s such a good girl!”

“Oh she needs a little more training.” Walsh laughed haughtily then brought the paddle back.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Faith’s pelvis arched forward as the paddle once again crashed into her rounded butt, studs digging deep into her already welting flesh.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“Oh! Oh!” Faith panted and groaned as Walsh’s rigoursly applied paddle crashed into her ass, adding bruises on top of bruises. “Oh god,” Faith moaned when the tutor dropped the paddle and grabbed her battered butt, and began squeezing, rubbing, and pinching them, inflicting yet more punishment on her aching ass.

“And now for those big round tits.” Walsh finally released her grip and walked around the front of the restrained submissive, the sound of Walsh’s clicking boots and Summers’ aroused panting filling the air.

Faith moaned, eyes widening as the teacher picked up a barb-pronged, five-stranded flogger. “Arch your back girl,” Walsh brusquely ordered. “Offer your breasts for punishment.” Walsh smiled as Faith obeyed, pushing her chest out as ordered. “Such a pliant girl.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ahhh!” Faith screamed herself hoarse as the flogger snapped into her breasts, the ample jugs bouncing as the flogger lashed into her chest’s underside.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

”Ohhh! Ahaaa!” Walsh smirked at Faith’s reaction, responding by crashing the flogger into the top of Faith’s tits.

Sweat beaded off the Slayer as her chest throbbed and welted, but still she stood with her back arched and tits jutting out, Mrs. Summers’ training ensuring she had no other choice but to blindly obey. “Good girl,” Walsh approved before bringing the flogger down hard again.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two on Faith’s left tit.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two on Faith’s right, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as the stinging blows landed.

“And now for those nipples.”

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

”Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Fucccccccck!” Faith squealed, writhed and squirmed as every blow landed with sniper-like precision, every blow striking right across her nipples. “Shit!” The dark-eyed lovely’s red lips parted in a scream as Walsh inflicted yet more pain on her already tingling nipples.

“Relax.” Walsh ordered.

”Thank you, Mrs. Walsh.” The Slayer’s chains rattled as she slumped down, her heart pounding as perspiration streaked down the titillating teen’s abused frame.

”Oh,” Walsh grinned, “I nearly forgot.”

“JESUS!” Faith screamed as the teacher swung the flogger up between her legs and into her pussy. Pain exploded in her helplessly exposed twat, the laughing educator beating her already aching cunny as it had a bullseye painted on it.

TWHACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Three right down the middle, deep into her cleft.

THWACK! THWACK!

Two on her right labia.

THWACK! THWACK!

Two on her left.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Four right down the middle.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Four more strikes down the middle.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Three right across the Slayer’s jiggling clit, her screams lost in the flogger’s crack.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Alternate lashes between her left to right nether lips, Faith’s head sinking in exhaustion.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Then flying back up again, lips parted in a wail when Walsh buried her flogger deep into the Slayer’s cleft, sweat flying off her squirming body. “OHHHHHHHHHH!”

The flogger hit the ground as Walsh stepped toward her, grabbed and mauled at her bruised boobs while roughly pressing her lips to Faith’s, demonstrating her domination over the restrained nude. “Uhhh, you two have got me so excited!” Joyce trilled. “We have to take this party upstairs. You haven’t had your cunt licked out until she’s done it. She’ll blow the top of your head off!”

”How about it Faith,” Walsh pulled away from the kiss, Faith leaning towards her, desperate to continue, “do you want to press your moist lips into my hairy pussy?”

”Yes Mrs. Walsh,” Faith nodded eagerly, “I love licking snatch.”

“Then it’s settled!” Joyce trilled. “I’ve got to get my strap-on, you won’t believe how sexily this one squirms when she’s being drilled!”

Maggie grabbed Faith’s long mane and yanked her head back, the teacher’s eyes coolly appraising her slut’s battered but still beautiful body. “It appears you have all manner of pleasurable experiences to give me,” purred the tutor. “I’m sure I’m going to enjoy them all.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh,” Faith nodded submissively.