Breaking Faith

A\N: MTL, I loved your opinion, I didn’t think you were overly critical of my story at all. I love debating about my story with people, means they cared enough to really think about it. As for the Immortal, well he won’t be returning, so he’s really a non-issue.

Yes, if I was Wes, I’d have preferred this type of revenge too.

For me, Willow’s far more powerful than a Slayer, she kicked Buffy’s ass convincingly, so I don’t see a problem with her breaking a Slayer, especially one with Faith’s problems. But yes, Faith could be either dom or sub.

Nice idea about breaking Kennedy too, Wish I’d thought of it, but it’s too late in the story now.

Other Angel chars upcoming? Kate will make an appearance in one of the lesbian filled chapters remaining, together with a couple of Slayers. As for other chars, this story only has another nine chapters to go and as the ending lasts three chapters, I’m limited to whom I’m going to introduce although some new chars will make an appearance.

Buffy? I prefer her sister, much hotter, and lil Dawnie will be making another appearance before the ending. As for the vamps, I’m not keen on one, so if you only use one, you upset the fans of the other, that’s why I created the no-demons rule.

Still loving your feedback, and given your predilection for lesbians and strap-ons, I think you’ll love this.

Dade: Thanks for your feedback, we’re in the threesomes sections of the story, so no one on ones. As for Wes Being dead, our story began in Jun ‘2002, it’s now about eighteen months later so Wes is still alive. Besides, Willow staying evil has sorta changed things, like Jonathan being alive etc. Thanks for your input.

Cops In Charge

“Yowzers!” Willow punched the air as a golf ball slapped off Faith’s inner thigh, the all-powerful witch’s pet laid on the green lawn, her slender legs stretched apart as Willow sent ball after ball shooting towards her pussy, sometimes slapping against her moist pinkness but more than often just bouncing against her thighs. Faith bit her bottom lip, happily enduring the discomfort as yet another ball slapped against her.

“What ya doing, Willow?”

Willow shared a kiss with Kennedy before replying. “Practising my putting,” Willow giggled. “Haven’t got any in yet though. I think it’s because our plaything is so tight..”

“You’re just so naughty,” Kennedy giggled. “Time for our pet to be pimped out to some of our friends again I think.”

“Vi and Rona perhaps,” Willow shivered. “I’d just love to see Rona dominating our sweet pet.”

”How depraved,” Kennedy agreed before crouching by Faith’s head, hands idly stroking and fondling the slutty Slayer’s invitingly pliant breasts. “Would you like that sweetie?” the domineering Slayer asked. “To be put in your place?”

“Yes Mistress,” Faith nodded meekly, all signs of the brash bombshell she’d once been now completely extinct. “I’m naughty, I need to be taught my place.”

”Got any ideas for the theme?” Willow queried, the witch having walked up to between the busty Bostonian’s spread legs, her foot stroking the Slayer’s already aroused pussy.

Kennedy grinned. “A couple.”

* * *

Faith looked around the derelict, refuse strewn alley Willow had so thoughtfully created for this fantasy, taken from the curvy Bostonian’s own memories working the streets.

Her outfit hadn’t been taken from her memories though. Kennedy had very kindly dressed the sultry slave like her own favourite little doll. She was wearing a pair of black sneakers, a short denim skirt with a frayed fringe that barely covered her fine, money-making ass, and was fastened around her tiny waist with a s&m chain belt. A two sizes too small black halter top that pushed her round, smooth hooters together and up, and that had the words ‘For Hire’ written across them in blazing pink finished her outfit. In addition, Kennedy had gotten Willow to magically tattoo her with a pair of ruby-red lips around her flat belly-button, turning it into a close approximation of a cunt. The other tattoos were the number ‘10’ on her left round butt cheek and the ‘$’ on her right, both in dark black.

Faith’s heart thumped when a patrol car pulled up at the mouth of the alley, its red light gleaming. The patrol car doors opened and two female cops got out, one black and one red-head. Both wore black caps and tight-fitting blue spandex tops half-unzipped to show plenty of tit, although not as much as the far sluttier Bostonian was showing. Both ‘cops’ were also wearing belts around their waists, night-sticks, radios, and cuffs hanging from them. Their outfits were finished by black, mid-thigh vinyl skirts fastened on the left side by a Velcro tab and knee-high belts.

Faith’s full lips parted in a half-smile. The busty sexpot directed a lust-filled look towards her two fellow supernatural warriors. “Hello officers.”

”Shut it bitch!” snapped Vi, emerald eyes gleaming. “What’s your name?”

“Toy Lehane,” she replied.

Rona snatched the buxom brunette by her throat and slammed her into the cold wall behind. “That’s Toy Lehane, officer!” Rona snarled. “You know what would happen to a little whore like you down at the station?”

”Lots of bad things, officer?” Faith replied, pussy moistening with anticipation of whatever her temporary owners were going to do to her for Willow and Kennedy’s entertainment. After all, it was all for them.

“We’d share your pretty little behind all around the station, let everyone take a bite out of it,” Vi replied. “Then we’d throw you butt-naked into the drunk tank. Unless….”

“Unless what?” Faith panted excitedly.

“Unless you take care of us right now.” Rona pressed against her, the black’s powerful hands investigating the once rebellious slave’s curvy charms. “Vi, get ready. I’ll check her out.” The red-head roughly groped Faith’s chest, fingers digging into the black halter top before walking back to the car. “What’s it going to be?”

Faith looked down at the dirty ground. “I’ll be a good girl,” she meekly whispered, pussy practically drenching at the thought of the humiliations and debasement to come.

“Good.” Rona lowered her back to the ground, grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face the wall. “Hands on the wall.” Once the brunette beauty had obeyed, the chocolate-skinned Slayer leaned into her, tits rubbing against her back, the other Slayer’s excited nipples stroking her satin-flesh. The black grabbed Faith’s chestnut locks and yanked her head back. “I’m going to do a cavity search. We don’t fuck crack whores, so if you’ve got any drugs on you, we’ll beat your damn ass.”

The next thing Faith heard was the snap of a latex glove being pulled on. Rona kicked the sultry beauty’s legs apart before reaching around, sliding a rubbery hand down the sexy slave’s wildly quivering belly, and unfastening her skirt, the denim pooling to the ground at her feet. “Nice butt,” Rona complimented.

“Gaaaaa.” Faith moaned deep in her throat, breath hitching when the African-American Slayer who had control of her grabbed her deep buttocks and pinched deep into the creamy-white, rounded flesh. “Oh yessss.”

“Very nice,” Rona continued. “But the g-string?” Rona hooked a finger in back of her black g-string’s lacy waistband and tugged it down to the Slayer slut’s spread knees. “You won’t need that.”

“Gaaaa.” Faith grunted when the domineering black shoved a pair of fingers into her tight pinkness. The ebony-skinned warrior spread her fingers apart and twirled them around. “Ooooh,” Faith panted as she jiggled on the invading digits, twat joyfully pulsing.

“Nothing in there,” Rona muttered before yanking her fingers out of Faith’s fluttering hole. “Let’s try your ass.” Faith’s naked crotch arched forward, rubbing against the dirty brick wall when the other Slayer brutally forced two fingers into her anus. “Oh that hurts does it?” Rona chuckled at her pained reaction before adding a third finger. “Sorry dear,” the black insincerely purred. “But I have to make sure, Vi and I don’t play with dirty girls, just slutty ones.” Faith gritted her teeth as the African-American twisted her fingers around, spreading her tight bunghole, her body shaking every time the sadistic officer shoved the fingers in and out of her. “Yes, your ass needs a thorough checking out.”

Faith moaned her relief when Rona suddenly yanked her fingers out. After receiving a few highly pleasurable gropes of her perfectly-shaped ass, Faith felt Rona’s hands slide around to grip her tiny waist. “Nice.” Faith shivered as the African-American’s fingers trailed up and down her flat belly. “It’s lucky you’re in shape,” Rona whispered into her ear as the black began to grind her twat into the busty plaything’s ass. “Because we’re going to fuck you but good girl.”

Her promise given, the black lifted the halter top up over the sultry Bostonian’s gravity-defying jugs, over her head, and threw it to the ground. “Nice tits, bitch,” Rona complimented her. “Let’s see if there’s any drugs hidden.”

“Ahhhh,” the chestnut-haired seductress moaned as the black Slayer grabbed her ample chest, squeezing and slapping her tits inbetween tugging at her nipples, jolts of pain firing through her generous jugs. “Use me,” she whispered submissively, desperate to experience just how debasing Rona and Vi could be.

“No drugs under them,” Rona decided with a reluctant sigh. “Open your mouth bitch.” Faith immediately obeyed. The ebony-skinned Slayer shoved a pair of fingers in Faith’s mouth, roughly investigating her mouth. “Nothing in there.” The black grabbed her wrists. “Hands behind your back.” Faith obeyed, shivering when she felt Rona cuff her, knowing she was now naked except for her sneakers, and completely helpless.

Completely in their power, with no option but to serve and please them with her wanton body, just as she’d been trained. To give pleasure.

The African American pulled the voluptuous Bostonian around to face her. “Well look at this, the cheap little ho all naked and ready to serve me,” Rona sneered. “How does little whitey feel about being made to serve the big bad black bitch?”

“I can’t wait officer,” Faith replied. “Please, use me!”

“Don’t worry, I like me some white cunt.” Rona chuckled. The African-American ran a thumb down Faith’s softly angular face before grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to the knees. “Ain’t you just as pretty as a picture?” Rona leered down at the cuffed Slayer before tearing open her skirt. The skirt fell to the ground, revealing that the black Slayer was as excited as the curvy Bostonian, her hairy pussy already matted with aroused perspiration. “Lick me,” the domineering Slayer ordered before grabbing Faith’s glossy locks and shoving her face into her cunt.

Rona’s fingers impatiently squeezed the big-titted beauty’s head, pinching her skull. The African-American ground her slender hips in a circle as well as occasionally thrusting forward, making sure that Faith got all of her long, hot tongue into her narrow slit. Taking the hint, Faith ignored the steel-strong fingers gripping her head to lap her talented tongue up and down the black’s hairy cunt. “Oooooh,” Rona moaned, breath coming in turned-on pants. “That’s it my honky slut! Serve your nigga mistress!”

Encouraged by Rona’s arousal, Willow’s whore shoved her soft tongue deep inside the black’s wet hole, sliding it all over her slicked walls, every tough provoking a slight flutter. “YES!” Rona screamed before thrusting her pelvis down even harder onto Faith’s face, squashing her snub nose. “Keep doing it bitch!” Hairs tickling her face, the cuffed and knelt Slayer slammed her tongue deeper and deeper into the black’s hot pussy, each thrust harder and faster than the last. “Oh fuck,” Rona squealed, “what a fucking tongue!” Tilting her head back, the raven-haired sexpot bit down on the black’s ringed clit. “YES!” Rona screamed again as her hips shuddered and girl-cum spewed out of her cunny and all over the east coast whore’s beautiful features, her pussy squeezing the Slayer slave’s probing fingers.

The African-American ground her soaked cunt into Faith’s face, leaving her cunt juices drenched on there as a mark of ownership. “Damn,” Faith hissed when Rona grabbed and viciously twisted her nipples, “you’re a great fuck.” The black lifted the unresisting slayer up before bending the busty Bostonian over the hood of the car, naked tits pressing into its slightly warm metal and pert ass pointing lewdly up, her slender legs quickly kicked apart. “I guess it’s my time to return the favour, honky.”

“Oooooh.” Faith’s rosy red lips parted in groan as she felt the black’s callused hands begin to roughly grope and pinch her ass, tugging on her fantastically rounded globes, fingers digging deep into the helpless beauty’s fleshy buns. “Ahhh.” Faith gasped when the jeering ‘cop’ released her grip and began to slowly trail a nightstick up her inner thigh. “Oooooh.” Faith shuddered as her tormenter began stroking her throbbing labia with the end of her nightstick, every caress like an electric shock to the genitals of the turned-on Slayer. “Please,” she panted, “fuck your honky bitch!”

”Oh you like that don’t ya?” sneered Rona. “Dirty little slut.” Rona snatched a hold of the restrained Slayer’s chestnut locks and yanked her head back. “Let’s see if you like this.”

“Yow!” Faith’s hips bucked as a laughing Rona shoved the nightstick into her honky bitch’s cunny, curvy body shaking with the forceful intrusion. “Ohhhh god,” her body jiggled as the black beauty slowly twisted the nightstick around inside her, spreading her hot tightness. “Yessss.” Faith screwed her eyes shut, concentrating on nothing else but the wonderful feeling caused by her forcefully domineering superior.

”You like that baby?” Rona cooed. Faith’s breathless nod was rewarded by a hard thrust of the nightstick, burying the unyielding baton even deeper in her, and a tug of the hair. “I asked you a question, bitch!”

”Yes, yes, officer,” Faith panted, every sensual inch of the east coast beauty covered in sweat as her chest heaved for breath. “Yes officer, I love it when you use me. I’m just your dirty little slut! I hope you stop here every day!”

“Good girl.” Rona surprised her with a contrasting gentle kiss to the neck before tenderly easing the stick out of her over-heating fuck channel. “If the rest of our interrogation is as good as this we just might.”

“Ahhhhh!” Suddenly the cop rammed the stick back in, corkscrewing the nightstick as she did so. “Ohhhhhh!” Faith squealed as the cop laughed. “Jeeeeez!” Rona’s legs wrapped around the tamed temptress’ shapely hip, practically humping it, the sadistic black continued sliding the now cum-soaked stick in and out of her. “Fuccccck!”

“Oh Jesus!” Faith hissed, teeth biting at her bottom lip as Rona’s stick-fucking continued. “Oh fuck!” The Council play-thing never knew what was coming next. Sometimes the cop would just thrust it in as hard as she could, bouncing the stick off her g-spot, other times she would tenderly ease it in, just stroking her special place, other times it would go in with a twist, sometimes it would be pulled straight out, other times waggled about, stretching and stroking her wet walls. But of course all the strokes turned her on like crazy. “Yesssss!”

”Oh fuckkkkk!” Faith’s ebony eyes bulged and her nubile body shook, sweat flying off her as one final thrust sent her pussy into orgasmic fluttering. “Fucccccccccccccccccck!” The sexy Slayer screamed herself hoarse, tits rubbing against the car’s cooling steel as she came, stars erupting before her eyes. “Fucccccccccccccccccck!”

Faith was still gasping and moaning for breath when Vi climbed out of the car and strode over. “Yesss,” the always-horny Slayer slut moaned as she noted the red-head had stripped completely. Sweat glistened on the red-head’s pale body, lithe muscles gleaming. Faith’s chocolate-brown orbs widened as she noticed the red-head’s crotch and the thick nine inch plastic prick jutting out of it.

”Oh yeah,” Rona sneered, “we usually just play with one another. But now we’ve got a bitch we’re gonna fuck but good.”

The two Slayers grabbed their cuffed prisoner under her armpits and carried her over to the car. The supernaturally powered beauties flung the helpless Bostonian down onto the back seat, her cuffed arms under her back, forcing her back to arch, pushing her full jugs out even more. “That’s quite a sight,” Faith wriggled helplessly when the strawberry-haired Slayer trailed a finger up her twitching pussy lips, her labia already enflamed from the rough stick-fucking she’d received. “I’m going to enjoy you.”

“Please,” Faith spread her legs apart and thrust her bald pelvis up, inviting the substantial strap-on, “use me!”

“Give it to her good, Vi,” Rona encouraged.

The two Slayers exchanged a slow kiss before Vi turned back to the curvy Bostonian, the sultry slave’s chest rapidly rising and falling as she panted in helpless anticipation. The red-head grinned at her desperate need to serve and be used. “Do you want it?” The red-head asked as she knelt between her legs. The dark-haired beauty groaned and fidgeted when the red-haired Slayer teasingly ran the strap-on slowly up and down her cunny lips. “You want it don’t you?” she pressed. Faith nodded excitedly, breath coming in ever more aroused wheezes. “Say ‘please officer, fuck your bitch’.”

“Please officer, fuck your bitch.” The huskily-spoken words danced out of Faith’s heart-shaped mouth.

“Ooooooh.” Faith moaned when the domineering red-head took one of the buxom Bostonian’s pebbled nipples in her mouth and began to suckle on it, tickling it with her tongue. “Gooood.” Faith’s back arched as the cop pinched and tugged on her other nipple, a pleasurable heat spreading from her crotch to also engulf her heaving chest. “Yessss!”

“Oh yes.” Faith thrust her hips forward and whispered deep in her throat as she felt the artifical cock push into her pinkness. “Gooood,” Faith cooed as the red-head slowly eased the strap-on into her silken sheath, inch by glorious inch. The big-breasted sex slave bucked her hips in a wordless plea for more of the plastic cock to be thrust inside her. Vi laughed softly as she gently ground the phallus around, rotating it inside the willing prisoner of their depravity, stretching her dripping cunny.

The red-head laughed again when she eventually pulled out at the same tantalisingly slow pace. Then the red-head was kissing her, hot tongue exploring her willing mouth at the same time her hands explored the weight, texture, and shape of the curvy Bostonian’s pert, teardrop tits. And so it continued for a blissful eternity. The east coast slut’s pussy constantly clenching around the toy as it slid in and out, and when she came it was with a wordless, limbless scream.

Vi pulled out of her with a laugh, Faith’s supple body still trembling in her aftermath, the red-head having completely, utterly proved her dominance. “Please, please, more,” the brunette babbled, pleading with her captors for more of their degenerate attentions.

The moment Vi withdrew from the car, a black hand reached inside the car, grabbed her tingling clittie and twisted. “Owwwwwwwwwww!” Faith’s perfect behind arched off the black vinyl seat as pain shot through her pleasure button, glossy lips parting in a pained scream. “Jeeeeez!”

“Ohhh baby.” Rona grinned as she knelt between Faith’s legs and started to tenderly rub the aching nubbin. “Is that better?”

“Yes Officer,” Faith nodded as she spoke between pained pants, eyes bleary from shock but still able to note the African-American was now also wearing a plastic cock the match of the one that Vi had just used to bang the shit out of her with.

”You didn’t do a bad job Vi,” Rona commented as she picked up Faith’s legs and put them on her shoulders, dark hands grabbing and digging deep into Faith’s snow-white hips. “But this is how you should screw a bitch!”

“Jesssssusssss!” Faith squealed when the black beauty thrust deep into her, ramming the cock into her as if she was trying to rip her in two. “Fucccck!” While Vi had been slow and tender, Rona had unsurprisingly little finesse and even less gentleness. The black rammed her cock home, pounding the Bostonian’s g-spot with the force of a heavyweight boxer’s punches, the east coast slut’s twat shaking around the dildo. Then Rona would yank her hips back just a couple of inches before thrusting forward again, smashing the dildo back into the exact same spot, giving the helpless beauty little respite from the constant, pussy-aching barrage.

“Jesssssus!” Faith wailed as sweat flew off both their beauties’ nubile bodies, the air filling with both their grunts and gasps. “Oh yessssssssssss!” In just a few minutes Faith came with a scream, her tits jiggling up and down, and her twat spasming around the dildo. But Rona didn’t let up, instead she speeded up, remorselessly hammering Faith’s cunt. “Fucccccccccccccccccccccck!”

Faith was dimly aware of the other door behind her opening. “I’m feeling all left out,” Vi wryly commented as she idly tousled Faith’s billowing mane.

Rona laughed. “Then climb on her face, Toy’s got a hell of tongue.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Vi chuckled. “Sounds like an offer not to be missed.” The moment Vi’s hairless twat was pressing into the curvy Bostonian’s face, the Slayer slut began her tongue up and down the Slayer’s writhing labia, tantalising her with the oral delights to come. “Soooo good,” murmured the flame-haired Slayer as she contentedly wriggled on Faith’s face, her hands gravitating to Faith’s juicy tits, squeezing rubbing, slapping, and pinching the tender flesh.

”Told you,” Rona responded as she continued to drill Faith’s over-heating twat. “She might be a whore, but what’s she good at she’s really good at.”

Faith beamed at the praise, once again proud that her sluttish talents were pleasing her owner’s friend. Encouraged by the praise, she began drilling her tongue in and out of Vi’s moistness, and reached up to squeeze and tug on the groaning cop’s clit, every tug getting another grunt, every squeeze making the cop’s labia writhe and dance. “Yessss!” Faith shrieked as she came from Rona’s rough penetrations, her juices squirting out as roughly the same second Vi’s juices spilled out to soak her face.

“Not bad,” the cop breathlessly agreed as she climbed off, Rona following suit. “What now?”

“Now,” Rona smirked down at her, “you get your strap-on and we double-team the bitch.” Faith moaned excitedly. “Oh,” Rona grabbed a nipple and twisted, “you’d like that would you?” Faith nodded, teeth gritted against the pain shooting through her tit. “We’re going to fuck your useless but very pretty ass.”

”I’m your honky whore,” Faith bleated.

”That’s right,” Vi grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her into a sitting position between the two knelt officers, their strap-ons gleaming in the car’s half-light. “And we’re going to fuck you but good.”

“Yesss,” Faith exulted as Vi lifted her up and dropped rather than lowered her on the cocks, Vi taking her dry, narrow ass and Rona thrusting up into her wet, trembling twat, the cocks meeting in the middle, rubbing against each other, separated only by a thin membrane. Faith immediately wrapped her slender legs around the African-American beauty, smiling winningly at her. “Please, fuck your white bitch.” The two cops grinned over her shoulder at one another before Vi started pulling her back up, Rona lowering her head and starting to feast on the sexy slave’s appetising tits, licking and nibbling at the rounded mounds.

”Oh yes,” Faith moaned as Rona bit, licked, and chewed on her tits, loving the abuse she was getting while Vi slowly lifted her up and down, and thrust into her ass, ripping open her tight little bunghole. “That’s right,” she groaned and whimpered as the friction built in her crotch and her tits tingled under Rona’s abuse.

The car’s windows condensed as the car heated up, sweat beading on the three naked lovelies’ bodies, the car filling with their strangled cries and grunts as the two cops enjoyed their debasement of the willing plaything. Faith’s stomach clenched as her nether regions approached release. “Not yet,” Rona looked up with a grin, her hands sliding up Faith’s rib-cage to grab the servile beauty under her armpits, “Vi, swap.”

Before Faith had chance to react she was in the air, her pussy and ass strangely empty as the two peace officers spun her around like she was a piece of meat on a spit and dropped her back down. The moment she’d been dropped into position, Vi now filling her twat and Rona fucking her ass, Rona let out a laugh before nipping her neck with her shoulders. “Let’s speed this up a little.”

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” Faith shrilled as Rona yanked her up and down, her jiggling tits and snapping mane a blur as the black Slayer used her power to ensure the friction inside her reached impossible levels, Vi adding to the stimulation by taking one tit in her mouth and sucking while grabbing Faith’s clit and seemingly trying to pull it off. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!”

“Fuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccck!” Faith screamed as she started coming, sweat flying off her spasming frame and pussy threatening to explode. “Yessssssssssssss!” Her juices spilled out, splattering Vi’s thighs as Rona continued to bugger her ass, the black’s hands moving from her armpits to rake down her smooth-skinned back. “Oh fucccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccck!” She saw stars as her climax crashed to an end. “Chrissssssssssssssssst!”

Faith slumped against Vi, her well-rounded chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath, vision clearing even as sweat continued to pour off her. “Vi,” Rona kissed Faith’s sweaty neck. “”Let me take out the trash.” Faith gasped when Rona grabbed Faith’s glossy mane, dragged her out of the car, and dumped her ass naked in the road before uncuffing her hands. “We’ve got crooks to catch, play-time’s over.” The two climbed back in their car and drove off, leaving a creamy-faced Faith searching for her discarded clothes in the rubbish.