Breaking Faith

A/N: MTL: Thanks for your review, as you can see more chars from Angel are to be included. But your criticism of the Immortal? I never read or had any interest in the comic for varying reason, as far as I’m concerned canon ended last ep in Angel Season 5. But all that said, he won’t be back.

But don’t worry, I’ve still got a number of chars who will be using our little slave. Unfortunately not Illyria, I don’t see Willow being able to mind-control an old One.

As for Willow as a dom. This comes primarily from the way she dressed as a vamp and evil Will, I can see her as a domineering char. In this story, she never got pulled back from the edge by Xander, so the dom remains, just hidden from plain view. And let’s bear in mind, Willow always thought Faith was a tramp. If there was any char Willow would go dom on its Faith.

Kennedy, you’re right is a brat, a bossy brat. And as such I think with Willow’s encouragement could easily join in dominating another girl. She probably wouldn’t have the nerve for it on her own, but with Willow backing her up, she’d definitely be interested in Faith. As for Faith as a sub, outwardly no, but if you think about it, Faith has considerable self-esteem issues that someone with Willow’s powers could exploit. At least that’s my theory.

However thanks for your review even though we disagreed on some points, I do appreciate such detailed criticism. And a couple of females will be playing strap-on cops in the next chapter after this………

Dade: More Slayer on Slayer action in the next few chaps…

Father & Son Bonding

CRACK! SMACK! WHACK!

Faith winced, her impossibly tempting behind jumping and welting with every stinging lash, her naked ass was long past being red, now it was purpling as broken blood vessels abounded. Her owners had argued this morning, so of course they were taking it out on their property.

She was a great stress relief that way and she was just happy to serve.

The curvy brunette didn’t know how long she’d been in this position, only that it hurt like hell. The unfortunate plaything was bent over, her full, top of the range tits squashed painfully against the top of a chair, her arms stretched out before her, tied with silk scarves to the chair’s front legs. Her long slender legs were secured to the rear legs of the stool her owners had placed behind the chair, the gap between her legs ensuring her owners could see just how turned on their slut was getting from her beating, even if the juices soaking the carpet didn’t give it away. The beautiful Slayer’s lower belly was pressed against the stool, ensuring the sex-object’s perfect posterior was pushed upwards.

Not that Willow and Kennedy ever needed an invitation to punish their wilful bitch. Faith guessed the belt wielding duo were telepathically linked because although neither had said a word and yet they always hit the same areas at the same time.

There were four main areas of attack. First and of course favourite were her fleshy globes, now stinging and welting from a relentless barrage of strokes. The lesser but still aching targets were her sensually curved hamstrings, slender hips, and muscular lower and upper back.

Sweat dripped off the once rebellious Slayer’s voluptuous body. In addition to the pain ravaging her lower body, her arms had long since cramped from being held in the same position, and Faith was sure her breasts were bruised from being pressed against the unforgiving wood for so long. Yet her discomfort was unimportant next to the pleasure her owners were getting from using their belongings and the lesson in respect she was receiving. If ever there was someone who needed continual reminders of their lowly station it was her.

“Over.”

At the red-head’s utterance, Faith found her position changed. Now the stool was pressing into her lower back and she was looking upwards. Her legs were still tied to the stool’s rear legs, but now her arms were tied to its front legs meaning the alluring brunette was folded almost in two, her dripping pussy jutting upwards and tits dangling practically into her face.

“Shotgun the pussy.” Kennedy brought her belt down hard between Faith’s legs, sending pain jolting through her. Faith would have screamed, but she’d long since gone hoarse.

”Tits are all mine,” Willow replied with a vicious strike to the unfortunate beauty’s ripe melons.

“I’ve got exciting news for you,” Willow replied some time later. The beating had long since stopped but her owners had left her tied up because their slave looked so pretty and helpless there. “I think it’s time Faith had another date.”

“Really?” Kennedy asked as she stroked sensual, tickling patterns into Faith’s trembling belly.

”We had such an enjoyable time watching Toy fuck Roger, how about we double the pleasure and loan her out to Roger and Wesley? After all,” Willow giggled. “She owes that family a lot.”

“Wow, Willow.” Kennedy sounded impressed. “That is just warped. I love it!” Faith winced when her fellow Slayer pinched a welted pussy lip. “You ever fucked a father and son before, Toy?”

“No Mistress,” the sultry Bostonian whimpered. “At least not together. But I did a gang-bang with three brothers once.”

“What’s her costume gonna be?” Kennedy asked.

”I think a sexy secretary?” Willow suggested.

”Go with the classics!” Kennedy approved.

* * *

“Miss Lehane can you come into the office please?”

Faith nodded at the intercom. “Yes sir.” Faith strutted into the office, stopping in the doorway. The red-carpeted office was long and narrowed by the filing cabinets lining both sides and Mr. Whyndhm-Pryce was sat behind a desk at the far end.

The nubile Slayer was dressed in a pair of four inch stiletto heels, a loosely knotted black and white striped tie hung outside her low-necked, three-buttoned black waistcoat that left plenty of curved bosom and flat midriff uncovered. Her black pleated skirt was buttoned on the side and barely long enough to cover her ripe ass, leaving almost all of her white lace fishnet stockinged legs to be ogled.

After a minute of quality leering, the elderly Watcher gestured the young beauty over. “Come sit on my knee, dear.”

“Yes sir.” The young slave tottered over and sat on the old man’s knee, her skirt riding up.”

“Very nice,” the Englishman murmured before licking at her neck, one hand squeezing her slender thigh. “You don’t mind being this old man’s strumpet do you?”

“I love the way your cock feels inside me,” the sex crazed Slayer truthfully replied as the old man’s callused palms travelled her curvy body, pawing relentlessly at her. “When I’m getting fucked I don’t care how old a cock is, just how big and hard it is, and yours is plenty hard.”

“Oh you’re a dirty little trollop,” the man chuckled. The elderly Englishman continued to lick at her swan neck as he unbuttoned her skirt and waistcoat, leaving her in a silver sequined g-string and matching, barely enough material to cover the nipple area, bra. “I’m making my son a partner in my business.” The seventy year old kissed her bare shoulder blade, the caress making her moan with desire. “Which means of course he gets the use of you. I trust you don’t have any objections?”

“Not if he knows how to use his prick like you do.”

The Watcher laughed and patted her head. “Oh you know all the right things to say.” The elderly Englishman reached for his intercom. “As for my son. Let’s find out. Wesley can you please come in.”

A minute or so later the door swung open and Wesley strode in, looking somehow meaner and less prissy than she remembered. “Please son, come in and meet your new perk. Toy, greet him.”

The buxom brunette nodded, rose, and strode over to the younger Englishman. “Hello sir.” Before the man could respond, she was pressing her lips to his, launching her tongue into his mouth.

After a surprised pull away, the younger Watcher responded to her carnal advances, working his own tongue into her mouth as he took hold of the Slayer’s tiny waist and pulled her into him. The Englishman ground his hardening crotch against the sultry Slayer’s quivering belly, his hands sliding down to cup and squeeze her upturned rump.

“Son,” Roger spoke up from behind her, his gruff voice amused. “Don’t you think our secretary is over-dressed?” Wesley’s hand trailed up her ass’ full curve and tugged on her g-string’s side-knot. Faith moaned softly as the bottoms fell to the carpet, knowing soon she would be the eager slut for not one but two educated men, she was definitely moving up in the world. She wriggled with delight as the Englishman’s hand glided up her back to tug on her top’s knot, her bra dropping away. “Oh yes.” Roger breathed. “Quite delectable. Step back and let my son look at you.”

Roger continued to talk as she obeyed. “Look at her, Wesley. Look at those full lips, you’ll never get a better blow-job and her hair is bloody smooth as silk.” Faith’s pussy pulsed as the two Englishman inspected her, loving the way they talked about her like she was just a piece of meat. “Look at her skin, its flawless and those full, fat knockers. They defy gravity hanging up there like that. Those legs, you wouldn’t believe a pair so slender could grip you so well. Look at that taut, sexy belly. Then there’s that pretty pink cunt, she keeps it bald so you can always see it. Then there’s the ass, there’s a couple of handfuls there. She’s a work of art, and best of all she’ll do anything you want and do it well.” The elderly Englishman paused. “Girl, show him what those pretty lips can do.”

The sultry slave sunk to her knees before the younger Englishman, coal black eyes beaming up at him. Her hands glided up the Watcher’s pinstriped pants before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his zipper. “Ooo,” the east coast slut’s red lips parted in a breathless moan at the sight of Wes’ cock.

It was long and thick with a pair of cum-heavy, hairy balls dangling between his legs. The old Faith would never had guessed Wesley had equipment like this.

“Oh god.” The Watcher groaned as she took his hairy testes in her mouth and sucked on them like they were her favourite-flavoured ice-cream, her tongue poking out of her mouth to stroke the heavy balls. “Oh god,” the Englishman continued to moan as she dropped his matted balls from her mouth and began licking up and down the Englishman’s iron-hard knob, her hand reaching up tentatively to stroke and squeeze his satisfying full nuts, sure to do so with the utmost respect for her better. “Oh god.” Faith watched avidly as pre-cum formed and dripped off Wes’ trembling member, pushing her chest up to ensure the pre-cum splattered onto her proffered breasts, the Englishman groaning again as he watched. “Oh you dirty trollop.” Then she began kissing his hard rod all over before diligently swallowing it again and slurping with gusto, the sound of slurping drowned out by the Watcher’s appreciative groans. Faith’s black mane snapped from side to side as she bobbed up and down on the man’s throbbing member, careful to swallow it all every time, his balls slapping against her chin, before pulling back until only the tip remained wedged between her teeth, and deep-throating him again.

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Wesley crowed as his salty whiteness shot deep into the lusty Slayer’s throat, the ever deferential Slayer gulping down all the Englishman had deigned to offer her.

Roger spoke the moment Wes’ cock popped out of the subjugated beauty’s mouth. “As I said, she has certain carnal talents. Son, take your belt and fasten her hands behind her back.”

“Yes father.” The younger Watcher pulled the belt out of his trousers and deftly tied the submissively waiting brunette’s hands into position, leather cutting into her wrists. Faith moaned, she could of course have resisted or broken her bonds with a casual movement, but that would have displeased her owners, and she’d never do that.

Besides, this was what she deserved, using and degrading by her betters.

“Good,” the older Englishman nodded, “now bring the little trollop over here.”

“Yes father.” Wesley grabbed Faith under her armpits and lifted the almost nude beauty to her feet.

Once the sexy brunette and the younger Watcher reached the desk, Roger shoved its contents to the floor and slapped its cold wooden surface. “Lie on your back, girl.”

”Yes sir.” Despite her restraints the once-rebellious seductress still managed to nimbly leap onto the desk and lie down on it. Her long legs hung off one end and her head off the other, her arms tied behind her back pushing her rounded jugs up even higher.

”As I said,” Faith whimpered as Roger tweaked a nipple even as he hurriedly removed his pants, “she is most dutiful.” The elderly Englishman trailed a finger up her sinfully curved left breast, her neck, and across her jaw-line before stroking her full mane. “I don’t know what’s her most alluring quality, her beauty, her obedience, or her horniness as the Americans put it.”

Wesley pulled her legs apart even as his father braced himself on her fat boobs and took up position at her head. “Open wide dear.”

The moment the sultry Slayer obeyed, the elderly Watcher powered his knob deep into her mouth, his balls bouncing against her forehead as the Watcher pulled her head up to meet him. At the same time Wesley took her legs, placed one on his shoulder, stretching her pussy out even more and buried himself deep into her willing twat, one hand clenching and stroking her high ass while the palm of the other rubbed incessantly at her exposed clit. “Oh god,” the Englishman moaned as he entered, “she’s so warm and tight.” The over-stimulated Slayer pushed her hips down to meet him, eager to get all of him she could inside her.

“Warm and welcoming,” Roger laughed between thrusts into her mouth. “She’s like a nice pub fire!”

The air filled with the two men’s grunts and Faith’s gurgles as Roger vigorously fucked her face and groped her boobs. The sexy slave writhed and wriggled as Wesley thrust in and out of her twitching twat, impaling her on his hard nine inches while his eager hands gave her bubble butt a thorough inspection.

“Oh bloody hell!” Roger came with a grunt, his cock buried deep in her mouth as he blasted cum down her throat, almost drowning her in it. Next to cum was Wes, grabbing and twisting her tingling clit as he started to pump into her so that the Slayer’s back arched in climax, sweat flying off her jiggling frame as white fluids gushed out of her, soaking her silky thighs.

Roger pulled his cock out of her mouth, casually wiping his dripping member off on her hair. “As I said, she’s the most magnificent screw.” The elderly Englishman perched on the side of the desk, his cock already hardening as he played with the patiently waiting sub’s breasts. “Wesley, sit on the other side of the desk. Toy, get that tight little behind on my son’s cock.”

“Yes sir.” Faith eagerly complied, desperate to be fucked some more. Realising the brunette beauty couldn’t spread her own butt cheeks, the ever-gentlemanly Wes grabbed her rounded globes and tugged them apart. “Thank you, sir.” The Slayer beauty nodded her thanks before lowering herself onto the puckered anus. “Ooooh,” the dark-eyed beauty’s red lips parted in a low moan as his thickness entered her narrow channel.

Her groans increased as Wes’ hands slid up her quivering belly to grab her high, full chest, thumbs rubbing at her excited nipples. Then the watcher picked her up by her tits, hair swinging gleefully as he bobbed her up and down on his cock, friction in her ass burning pleasantly.

Roger watched for a while, a proud father observing his son screwing a fine piece of ass before stepping in front of the jiggling Slayer. “Legs apart girl.”

The sultry beauty obeyed immediately, eager to have the old man back inside her. Roger smirked as he thrust into her, hands grabbing her slender legs and wrapping them around his flabby frame.

”Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” Faith squeezed her eyes shut as the two men began sliding their voluptuous play-thing up and down their stiff rods. At first the two men took their time, giving her chance to breathe and themselves to enjoy how she felt and watch how she wriggled and moaned. Then they speeded up, giving the buxom beauty no respite from the volcano simmering between her legs. Faith’s curvy lips opened in a gleeful scream that was cut off by Roger pressing his mouth to hers, the elderly man taking greedy possession of her mouth in much the same way his grasping hands had taken joint-ownership with his son of her pliant boobs.

The once-sassy Slayer’s body shuddered as she came, white juices waterfalling down her thighs as the two men came inside her. The moment Roger pulled out, the Watcher lowered his head and licked at her glistening breasts while Wesley fondled her dewy ass.

The moment the older of the two Watchers was stiff again, he grinned and tousled her hair before sitting back down. “Wesley, let the slut up. I think she wants to suck that cock that’s just been in her ass.”

“Yes sir!” Faith climbed off Wes’ cock. “I love some ass to mouth action!” The Slayer spun around, bent over, jugs dangling down, and slowly swallowed Wes’ cock. She moaned with delight when Roger sunk a trio of fingers into her sopping twat while simultaneously bringing the flat of his other hand down hard on her pert behind. A damn good spanking, just what she needed to keep herself in line.

The sexy Slayer’s curvy ass shuddered with every slap, leaving the beauty with no choice but to concentrate on thrusting her hips down to meet the invading fingers. At the same time she slurped, sucked, and licked the prick in her mouth, Wes’ hands fondly brushing her full locks.

Faith shook as she came, dangling boobs jiggling in tandem with her bouncing butt, her juices spraying out over the old man’s fingers. That didn’t stop the relentless Englishman from continuing to spank her stinging ass though. Instead the cagey old bastard whipped his digits out of Faith’s still twitching twat and jammed his cock in its place, free hand sliding up her glistening body to envelope and squeeze a too tempting too ignore tit.

And so it continued. Roger squeezing and spanking in time with every thrust into the Bostonian beauty’s warm velvetiness, and Faith’s head bobbing up and down on Wesley’s thick dong, sucking and licking for all she was worth.

“Aaaah!” Wesley grunted as he came, fingers tugging on her hair as his salty fluid hit the back of Faith’s throat, the dutiful plaything gulping down every drop.

Next to cum was Roger, his cock pounding her tight fuck channel as he pumped inside her. The Watcher slowed down even as he continued to spank the Slayer’s shapely butt. “Ooooo,” Faith moaned as the elderly man’s ministrations guided the young slut to a climax, her pussy cramping as she came, juices sliding down her shaking legs.

Roger grabbed the cuffed beauty’s long locks and pulled her off Wesley’s cock. “Son, lie on the floor.”

“Yes dad.” The moment Wesley was laid down, Roger dragged her over to him.

”Yesssssss,” Faith’s ruby-red lips parted in a low moan as she lowered her already well-fucked twat onto the man, inch by glorious inch, pussy clenching instinctively around him as he filled her.

The moment the curvy pleasure toy was knelt fully on Wesley’s cock, the younger Watcher’s hands reaching around to play with her aching butt, Roger slapped his cock across her face. “Open!”

“Yes sir.” The moment the young bombshell’s glossy lips parted, the seventy year old stuck his dick all the way in, balls hitting her chin and belly squashing her nose.

The sultry Bostonian dutifully cock guzzled, her head bobbing up and down it, her talented tongue swirling around it. The sexy brunette also used her Slayer-powered legs to propel her pelvis up and down, a blur as she moved up and down Wes, continually flexing her cunny muscles around him, the air filling with the men’s pleasured grunts and her breathless pants, sweat flying off their naked bodies.

While she serviced the two men Wesley cupped and squeezed her ass, rubbing her fleshy globes with his thumbs. Roger targeted her melon-sized breasts, roughly squeezing, raking, and slapping them. The Slayer’s long nipples weren’t forgotten, the elderly Watcher getting off in stretching and twisting her cherry-red nubbins.

The sexy brunette took her treatment like a good little bitch. Ignoring the discomfort in her breasts, she concentrated instead on riding the hell out of Wesley’s cock and giving Roger his best ever blowjob.

Suddenly Roger’s dick twitched in her mouth, his cum spilling out into the back of her throat. The Watcher whipped his cock out, white juices splattering and dripping down the Slayer’s face.

“Jesus!” Faith grunted and groaned as the east coast sexpot continued to ride the man beneath her.. Roger continued to tug on her tits, seemingly absorbed with seeing which one he could stretch furthest. “That fucking, ooooh. Godddddddd!”

The busty brunette’s cunt clenched around Wesley’s member as she came and the man shot inside her. Roger reluctantly released his grip on her tits, instead lifting her by her armpits and lying her on the desk, helpless to resist whatever they chose to do. The two Englishman stared down hungrily at the vulnerably cuffed beauty sprawled across the desk, the only sound her aroused panting as she looked up pleadingly, begging for her degradation and abuse to continue.

“Yessss.” Faith wriggled as the Englishmen leaned over her, hands gravitating up her slender legs and undulating belly to grope her tempting tits. “Yesss!” She moaned again when the Watchers’ thumbs tweaked her already tingling nipples. “Yesss!” Her back arched when the men kissed the way down her neck, cupping her behind with their free hands, squeezing and rubbing at her firm globes. “Yesss!!” The sexy slave thrashed helplessly when the Watchers latched onto her steel-hard nubbins and started suckling. “Yessss!”

And then just as suddenly the two men pulled away. Before Faith could moan a plea for more tit sucking, she was flipped onto her side. The two Watchers laid down either side of her, their hands mauling her generous hooters and patting her curved buttocks, tongues licking at the sweat beading down her gorgeous body. “Aaaaa.” Faith groaned as Wesley lifted her top leg and eased himself inside of her pussy, greedily clenching him. “Please,” she whimpered as Roger did the same from behind her, shoving his cock inside her twat beside his son’s. “Oh Christ,” her eyes bulged in tandem with her stuffed-full pussy. “Fuck.” A normal girl would struggle to take one nine-inch dick in her vag, now she was taking two, her cunny lips stretching and moaning in protest. If not for Slayer Healing, the nubile Bostonian’s cunny would be left slack and useless. ”Godddd.”

Even so, her walls bulged to the point of bursting, her labia feeling as if it was ripping away from her. The two men grunted and Faith whimpered as they worked in and out of her stuffed pussy, father and son sharing the Council pet. “Oh Jesus!” Faith moaned and squealed continually, the nubile beauty’s discomfort increasing with every thrust, her young body being taken places that it had never been before. “Fuccccccccccck!” Her pussy shook and trembled as the men came inside her aching hole and pulled out, leaving her feeling loose and empty, their juices seeping out to coat her thighs. For a few seconds, she twitched helplessly, her body overloaded with sensation. Just when she thought there were no new depths for her to sink to, her owners’ inventive friends found some new way to degrade her. “Oh god,” she whimpered mindlessly, “oh god, oh god.”

“Yes.” Faith moaned as Roger grabbed her hair and pulled her limp head up, Wesley untying her hands. “Toy’s work is most satisfactory.”