The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

A\N: Thanks Oric 13, especially for the Judge & Councilman scenarios, all his ideas!
Seducing Sunnydale’s Rich & Powerful
“Faith! Have you finished your chores!”

”Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith replied as she finished doing her naked oil change of Mrs. Summers’ brand new sports car, the $ 50,000 vehicle having been bought with money from FunFuckingFaith.com.

“Then get your sweet little ass in here!”

”Yes, Mrs. Summers!” Faith slammed the car’s hood down, pulled the garage door down, and rushed inside, kneeling on the lounge floor before her Mistress.

”Good girl,” Mrs. Summers patted her on the head like she was a pet dog. “As you know I have various ambitions for this town and I worry about this Mayor being a threat to my Buffy, and you of course. But I’ve come up with a plan to deal with him, Maggie?”

Joyce looked towards Mrs. Walsh sat on the lounge. “I’ve had my boys,” Walsh smirked at Faith, “you remember my boys don’t you Faith?” Faith nodded, she should, she’d walked bow-legged for a day after they’d finishing fucking her. “Break into several offices and a car throughout Sunnydale installing CCTV that’ll be piped straight through to Willow’s computer.”

“I intend to use those videos to blackmail Sunnydale’s rich and powerful when they’re caught in very inappropriate situations with a dirty little under-age slut, namely yourself.” Joyce smiled. “Willow will cast an ‘allure’ spell on you, making you even more attractive than normal, so the rich and powerful’s good sense will evaporate.”

“It sounds a real good plan, Mrs. Summers.”

“Of course it is.” Mrs. Summers smirked. “I thought of it. Your normal duties will be suspended for the next week or so while we get the blackmail organised. Oh and get yourself cleaned up, you’re filthy.”

”Yes Mrs. Summers.”
* * *
“Court in session. Judge Jennifer Holmes presiding.”

Faith stared at the judge. Judge Holmes looked to be about a decade older than Mrs. Summers but a lean healthy, pepper-grey fifty-something with dark eyes and an imperious manner. No-one would guess the refined custodian of the law was a repressed bitch that despite being married for over twenty years had a real thing for jailbait and collecting various magazine like ‘Naughty Girls Get Their Comeuppance’, ‘Submissive Teen Sluts’, and ‘Lil Dykes’.

While the judge was dressed conservatively in a trouser suit under judicial robes, Faith was dressed in a mid-thigh length fishnets, a barely over her ass leather micro, and a black midriff top with a blazing skull embossed across her round bosom. Her goth slut look was completed with jet black eyeliner and matching lipstick.

The judge sneered down at Faith. “And what are the charges?”

“Um,” the baliff glanced from Faith to the judge before continuing. “The accused, a miss Faith Lehane, was caught shop-lifting a $ 225 bottle of perfume from Sunnydale’s fanciest department store.” The bailiff, a middle-aged man, swallowed. “The girl is alleged to have concealed the stolen item inside her vagina.”

The judge licked her lips before speaking. “I see you’ve pled guilty, young lady?”

“Yes ma’am,” Faith smirked cockily as she’d been instructed. According to Mrs. Summers, this woman would be even more turned on if Faith was unrepentant. “No point saying otherwise, I got caught tryin’ to make a score.”

“Hiding a bottle of perfume in your vagina,” the woman shook her head. “I’ve never heard anything so disgusting.”

Faith shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. Didn’t figure that dyke cop would take the opportunity to stick her hand up my pussy. That bitch really liked my honey pot.”

“You’re not helping yourself with your potty mouth, Ms. Lehane, not in my court,” the judge hissed. “As to the crime what was the motivation? You hardly seem the type to use an expensive bottle of perfume.” The judge sniffed. “Or any type of perfume.”

“It was supposed to be a present for someone I care about,” Faith shrugged.

“Huh,” the judge glanced at the bagged bottle of perfume, “it’s a rather large bottle.”

”Yeah,” Faith smirked. “But tell me the truth, don’t you like havin’ somethin’ big stretching your vag?”

“Quiet!” The judge’s gavel slammed down, silencing the titters ringing through the courtroom at Faith’s comment. “A little respect young lady!”

“My cunny didn’t get really crowded until the cop shoved her hand into me,” Faith blithely continued.

”I said respect!” The judge’s gavel slammed down again as the courtroom giggled and laughed. “And quiet! Who is this person the bottle was for?”

“That would be me.” Joyce rose. “I’m her guardian and defence counsel. I know Faith can be a little raunchy but she’s a good girl, your honour.”

“A good girl?” the judge peered down her nose. “I have her record here. In the past three years, she’s been arrested for prostitution, shop-lifting, and car theft.”

”That was all before she moved in with me five months ago,” Joyce defended.

“Yes,” the judge conceded the point with a nod, “that’s true her record’s clean recently. However that good work has all gone now hasn’t it?”

“It was a very unfortunate misstep your honour-.”

”That dyke cop didn’t think so,” Faith commented. “She had a real good time with her hand in my twat.”

“Faith!” Joyce shook her head before looking towards the judge. “You see my birthday is coming up and this silly girl wanted to get me a present, although I told her before I’m just happy to have her. No thanks are necessary.”

“So was that cop,” Faith commented. “Man, after that bottle was outta me, she kept pushing her hand back in. Again and again. It got even worse when she shoved her other hand up my ass.”

“Young lady-.”

Faith continued over the judge’s interruption. “Said she was bein’ thorough, makin’ sure I hadn’t hid anythin’ up there. Bullshit.”

”Quiet!” The judge’s gavel crashed down as the courtroom was more descended into anarchy. “Clearly you’re going to continue playing to an audience-.”

Faith beamed. “Love an audience!”

“We’re going to have to take this into my chambers, Mrs. Summers, Mrs. Dawson,” the judge looked at the ADA prosecuting the case, a muscled, crew-cut woman who had bull-dyke written all over her in neon letters. “If you ladies will join me.”

* * *

The judge spoke the moment the door shut behind the bailiff. “If what you say is true, I assume you’ll want to file a formal complaint against this police woman?”

Faith shook her head. “Nah, I came twice, so I don’t care.” Faith smirked. “Gotta admit she was plenty rough tho’, made me scream like a lil girl, but hell I deserved it for disappointing Mrs. Summers.”

“Oh Faith!” Joyce covered her mouth in feigned shock.

“I’m sorry, but I have to say something,” the gym rat D.A. interrupted with a sniff. “But we can’t take a single word this girl says seriously. Her record shows her to be a habitual trouble-maker and by contrast the officer involved has a sparkling record.”

“Yes, you’re probably right.” The Judge looked towards Mrs. Summers. “Mrs. Summers, it’s obvious the girl enjoys performing for an audience. The only chance she has of escaping a serious sentence is if you leave us to question her on our own.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Joyce pretended uncertainty.

“It’s the only way we’ll get a straight answer,” the fitness fanatic D.A. commented, her eyes hungrily eating up Faith.

“Oh,” Joyce sighed theatrically “very well.”

The judge smirked. “The bailiff will take you through to the waiting room.”

The moment the door shut behind Joyce, the Judge grabbed Faith by her lush dark mane and yanked her head back. “Listen you little slut,” the Judge’s voice was husky with lust. “I’m tired of your lip. If you don’t start showing us some respect I’ll make sure you end up doing some time. And can you imagine what the prison bitches will do to a pretty little piece of meat like you?”

Faith giggled inwardly at the thought of her in prison even as she pretended to be terrified. “No! No! I don’t wanna go to prison!”

“Then,” the D.A. stepped behind her and unfastened Faith’s micro, the leather skirt falling to her ankles, “let’s see what we’re getting.” The Judge got a hold of the bottom of Faith’s top and dragged it over her head. “Oh yes, very nice.” Faith attempted to cover her vag and jugs with her arms. “Arms by your side, you little tramp.”

The Slayer stood meekly as the two middle-aged women circled her, eying her up like she was a delicious dish. “Let’s see if she was telling the truth about the officer,” the judge cackled as she grabbed the back of Faith’s neck and forced her to bend over the desk, Faith’s nipples hardening on the cold wood. “Legs apart and hips up girl.” Faith obeyed, squirming slightly as the DA yanked Faith’s lacy black thong down to her knees and the judge pulled her shapely buns apart then did the same to her nether lips. “Huh, I’m not at all sure this luscious jailbait could take an entire hand in her cunt, never mind her ass.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” the DA commented.

“Yes,” Faith felt her thong being yanked off by the judge. “But I imagine she’s a screamer, so,” Faith grunted as the judge stuffed her thong into her mouth, her own smell filling her nostrils and taste in her mouth, “we’ll have to take precautions.” Faith’s eyes widened as the judge’s gold rolex hit the table beside her. “I wouldn’t want to lose that up her twat.”

The dark-eyed beauty writhed as the judge stroked slowly up Faith’s twat lips, her labia happily twitching in reply. “Uhhh,” Faith moaned into the makeshift gag, her back arching sensually when the judge penetrated her wet folds with two fingers, moving it back and forth inside her velvet sheath, pumping her with gentle but persistent pumps. “Uhhhh,” Faith writhed and squirmed as the legal custodian’s knuckles continually rubbed against her throbbing G-spot.

Her wriggling increased when the judge whipped her now wet fingers out of her pussy and pushed it into her ass, roughly stretching her. “Oh you’re doing well Joan,” the DA giggled as Faith’s jugs rubbed back and forth on the table, the enslaved beauty mumbling into her panties as the judge rammed fingers from her other hand back into her pussy. “She’s really taking them!”

”Yes,” the judge calmly commented as she upped the fingers in Faith’s butt and pussy up to three a hole, “she’s really amazingly flexible.”

“And,” the DA stroked Faith’s long mane as sweat beaded off the Slayer’s ivory-hued flesh, “she’s very responsive.”

“Uhhhh! Ahhh!” Faith grunted an ignored protest as the judge clinically increased the fingers in both holes to four, stretching her holes, rubbing constantly at the pleasure clusters. “Gaaaa!” Sweat dripped off Faith’s forehead, dark eyes glazing with lust as pleasure throbbed through her nether regions, her fingers gripping tightly to the unyielding wood beneath her.

The judge pulled her hands out with a chuckle. “She can take eight fingers, now let’s see about two hands?”

”Uhhhh!” Faith threw her head back and wailed into her gag as the judge shoved her hands into Faith’s holes, gently twisting them around, forcing her to stretch to accommodate her fists. Heat built up inside her, like a volcano readying itself to erupt. “Uhhhh!”

”Maybe she was telling the truth about that cop after all?” the DA giggled.

”Shame we didn’t invite her here,” the judge laughed. “Maybe she could have given us some tips on technique.”

“Uhhh!” Faith grunted as the judge stopped twisting her hands around inside her and started punching her, the Slayer thrashing helpless as more and more of the judge’s hands disappeared inside the helpless Slayer slut, finally forcing her wrists into the thrashing beauty.

“Ha!” the DA laughed. “It doesn’t look like you need any hints!”

“Uhhhh!” Faith squealed, writhing helplessly on the table as her pussy began to flutter, the judge’s fingers tickling her cervix even as she punched at her ass, double-fisting her, the air ringing to the judge’s effort-filled grunts and reeking with the sultry brunette’s sex and sweat. “Ahhhhh!” Faith threw her head back, stars exploding before her eyes and the nude teen’s pussy juices gushing out as the middle-aged woman fisted her to orgasm. “Ohhhhh! Ahhh!”

Faith had barely slumped back down to the table and the judge pulled her juice soaked hands out when the DA stepped up behind her. “Let me try something.”

”Uhhh!” The sultry Slayer gasped when the D.A. forcibly inserted not one but two hands into the busty Bostonian’s stretched fuck hole. “Uhhh!” Faith’s eyes bulged as the woman began double-fisting her, drool falling from the Slayer’s curved lips as she wriggled and writhed like a helpless bitch puppet on the older woman’s hands, her pussy acting as a velvet glove for the woman’s fists. Her head flew back, eyes glazing as her vag was forced to expand to take the two hands continually rubbing against her pleasure clusters, agony and ecstasy battling for dominance in her crotch. Sweat flew off her nubile body as she thrashed up and down the table, bestial grunts escaping her curved lips as she struggled for air.

”Oh Alice!” the Judge giggled. “You’re just so, so bad.”

”I know!” the muscle-bound woman cackled. “But it’s so fun!”

“Ahhhh! Ahaaa!” Faith screamed and squirmed with every double re-insertion, every nerve inside her vag screaming an ignored protest at her rough treatment. The Slayer’s hardened nipples rubbed a back and forth path on the table as her twat heated up, larva replacing blood in her veins. “Gaaaaaa! Unnnnh! Guuuuuu!” Then it happened, Faith jiggling back and forth, spittle flying from her rosy lips as her dark mane snapped back and forth as juices waterfalled from her cunny, soaking the DA’s fists.

“Oh god, oh god,” Faith slumped to the table as the gag was pulled from her mouth and the hands yanked out of her gaping twat. Her legs shook and trembled as her body twitched and jerked. “Jesus, fuck.”

”Well,” the judge sniffed. “I’m afraid I’ve found a few mistakes in your paperwork for this case, DA Dawson. I’ll have to throw this case out.”

”Heard that bitch?” the DA pulled Faith’s head up by her hair. “You’re free to go. Get your clothes and get out.”

”Yes ma’am,” Faith nodded meekly. She hoped Mrs. Summers had all the footage she needed, she really didn’t wanna see these crazy bitches again.

* * *

”Hello officer!” Faith raised her hands when the detective spun around to face her, he was a moustached, balding man in his mid-forties. “Don’t shoot!” Faith said as the man went for his holstered gun under his arm. “I’ve gotta gold crucifix ‘round my neck, I know the score, I ain’t a vampire!”

Detective Stein paused in drawing his gun to leer at her. Faith was dressed in the sluttish outfit Buffy could find. Despite the lateness of the hour, Faith was just dressed in a black spandex tube top that just about covered her nipples and a matching net micro that just about covered her tight little tush. Add the thick make-up onto the Slayer’s beautiful features, the sheer thigh-high stockings, and frilly garter on her left thigh, and there could be no doubt to her profession. “What do you want?” the officer demanded.

”I’m just a workin’ girl,” Faith hurriedly fell into her story. “I ran across a couple of vampires a couple of blocks away, I’d be wicked grateful if you’d escort me home.” Faith fluttered her long eyelashes and pouted her lipsticked lips. “I’d do just ‘bout anythin’!”

The detective licked his lips as he eyed her like she was a piece of meat then walked behind her. “I’ll have to check you for weapons.” Faith moaned as the detective’s hands slid under her skirt, fondling her ass, his trousered erection pressing into the small of her naked back. “Nothing there, although perhaps that butt should be registered as deadly.” Faith wriggled and writhed as the cop’s callused hands slid up her smooth-skinned belly, her stomach undulating at his touch. And then his hands were under her tube top, thumbing at his nipples as his hands rubbed and rolled her full tits around. “Hands behind your back.”

”Yes officer, sir.” Faith moaned deep in her throat as she felt cuffs click home on her wrists.

“Good girl,” the cop grabbed her by her naked shoulder and guided her to the car. A wave of cigarette smoke and stale sweat gusted out the moment the cop opened the back door and pushed her down onto her knees, her face pressed on the dirty back seat. ”Let’s get this party started.” Stein’s hands grabbed her by her shapely hips and pulled them up, forcing her ass into the air.

”No underwear, what a surprise.” The cop grunted as he pulled Faith’s mesh micro up over her shapely behind.

“Ohhh,” Faith moaned as she heard the man’s zipper unfastening, then shivered as she felt his thick cock-end rubbing against her cunny entrance.

“Oh god,” the cop groaned as he ran his firm hands all over her silk-skinned form. “You’re a piece of art.”

“Uhhh!” The Slayer jerked as the detective drove his hips forward, tight, warm snatch eagerly parting before the cock delving deep inside of her. “Ohhh,” the sultry temptress groaned as her pussy clenched hard around his cock, whimpering happily as Detective Stein ground his hips around, using his cock to stretch her fuck hole.

”Godddd,” the cop grunted as he continued to stretch her, his hands pawing at her jugs, pleasure and pain jolting through her tits as he tweaked, twisted, and tugged on her nipples. “You feel so good.”

”Yes, yes,” Faith pleaded in a breathless pant. “I want it, fuck me harder.”

“You want it?” The cop laughed as he pulled his prick out of her, then thrust his hips forward, impaling her in a solitary savage motion. “Take it!”

”Yessss!” Faith gasped, full lips parting in a wail as the cop’s belly slapped against her upturned ass. “Ohhhh god!” Faith shrieked as the cop’s cock punched deep into her pussy. “Give it to me!”

Suddenly the cop’s hands were back on her hips, pulling the knelt-down teen back as the man behind her thrust forward, faster and faster. Sex pervaded the dark air as the Slayer mewed and moaned, sweat glistening on her barely clothed body as once again she was pimped out for the advancement\enjoyment of the Summers clan. Faith’s pussy pulsed and throbbed as the grunting cop rode her hard, his fat, long flesh drilling in and out of her quivering fuck tunnel, her body shaking as the cop’s strong fingers dug hard into her silken hips, her body shaking under his unyielding ministrations.

“Fuckkkkkkk!” Faith squealed as the man pounded at her, reaching underneath her to add to her stimulation by grabbing and pulling on her clit. “Ohhhh! Ohhh!” Faith quivered with delight as pleasure filled her snatch, her fuck tunnel shaking as her climax rushed toward her.

“Yes!” Faith grunted as her pussy clenched around the man’s plundering prick, his hands yanking her back as she spurted onto the dirty seat beneath her while his seed pumped into her, his cock twitching wildly inside her. “Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhh! Fuck yes!”

”How a girl in your line of work stays as tight as you do, I have no idea.” Stein commented as he pulled out of her. “Don’t much care either. But you’re a great ride.” His hand slapped into her ass. “Where do you live?” Faith recited the address of the flophouse Mrs. Summers had set her up with as part of her cover. “Okay, then let’s get in the front. You can give me a blow-job on the way there.”

“Yes sir.” The still-cuffed Slayer climbed up into the passenger seat, bent her head and buried her face in the man’s crotch, licking, sucking, and slurping for all she was worth, the man’s happy grunts and groans echoing in her ears as he drove her home.

* * *

“Hi sir,” Faith knocked on the office door and opened it before walking in.

The shallow-faced, geeky looking man sat behind the office’s desk, looked up, jaw dropping as she walked in, clad in a raincoat. “Miss, do we have appointment?”

“No Deputy Mayor Finch,” Faith shook her head as she closed and locked the door behind her. “But I came here with my Civics Studies class in the fall,” it had really been Buffy, Willow, and Cordy’s class that had come here, but the chances were the man wouldn’t remember on specific student, “and I was wicked impressed by the lecture you gave on civic responsibility and I’d like to contribute.”

”Well thank you, young lady,” the politician looked bemused. “But you should really make an appointment....”

The man’s voice trailed off when Faith pulled off her raincoat, revealing her outfit of white stretch tie front halter top just about containing her chest and pleated tush-covering white and red checked skirt. “I think a real important man like you,” the sultry Slayer cooed seductively, “should have someone to look after him.”

”What?” the man babbled as Faith stalked around the desk to him, slender hips swinging sexily. “What?”

“Hey sir,” Faith looked up at the man as she knelt before him, “let me take care of you.” For once Faith felt kinda bad about what she was gonna do, unlike the rest of the people she’d set up, this guy was sorta decent, just in a bad position. But Mrs. Summers had told her to incriminate this guy, so incriminate him she would. The least she could do was give him a hell of a memory. This guy was gonna get every trick in the book, hell a porn star didn’t give better head than there.

Taking the man’s wrists, she guided his hands into her top and moaned in her throat as he began playing with her tits, squeezing and rubbing her round mounds. “Oh yeah sir,” she whimpered as she unzipped him, bare knees rubbing on the thick carpet. “You go sir, now I’ve got something to play with. Let’s see what you’re packin’.”

The moment the man’s fat, long cock was out of his trousers, she cupped his shaven testes in one hand and started squeezing them, even as she pushed her long mane to one side so the deputy mayor could watch her work if he so desired. “Ohhh,” the man groaned, shifting in his seat as she blew hot air on it.

”Yeah, that feels good don’t it?” Faith winked up at the man before lowering her head. “What about this?” The man’s moans increased as she tenderly kissed the tip, the knob twitching in response. “Or this?” The man’s fingers dug deep into her tits as she began covering every inch of his cock with soft kisses, her thumb rubbing a circle in his balls. “How about this?” The man’s hips rose off the seat as she began slowly licking every inch of his underside, his taste falling into her mouth. “Oh yeah, you taste sooooo good.”

”Ohhh,” the man grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as his hands clenched her tits.

”Oh baby,” Faith croaked as she finished lathering the man’s member with her spittle, “you taste so good.” The man’s continued moans were her only answer as she began licking the ring of his circumcised cock head, first clockwise then counter-clockwise, and finally trailing the tip of her tongue along his piss-slit.

Faith pulled her head back as the man’s hips began thrusting up to meet her mouth. “Not yet baby,” she gave the man’s balls an affectionate squeeze. “I got a whole lot more to do before I let you come, baby.”

“Okay,” the deputy Mayor closed his eyes and sunk back into his seat, hands still wrapped around Faith’s heaving bosom.

Faith giggled then swallowed the man whole and just holding her head down, forehead rubbing against his slight pot-belly as she hummed gently, the vibrations making the man groan again, his fingers squeezing hard into her rack. Then she slowly eased her head back up, leaving just the man’s tip in her mouth and starting to slowly rotate her head, the man’s cock throbbing inside her warm mouth. The man groaned a protest as she pulled back, the man’s salvia-splattered cock popping out of her mouth.

His protest turned to pleas for more when Faith’s tongue slid down his underside and started licking at his balls. At first just poking them with the tip, tenderly teasing him, then from side to side, and then slowly licking all the way up to the tip then back down to his nuts, taking them into her mouth until her cheeks had to expand to accommodate him and sucking the hell outta of them before finally letting his sodden balls drop from her mouth. Faith looked up and the man and grinned. “Bet this is your best work day ever.”

“Oh yeah,” the politician panted as his thumbs rubbed on her nipples.

“I aim to please, sir.” Faith replied before closing her ruby lips around Finch’s tip, her hand gripping his cock’s root. Her head shifted slowly from side to side, the cockhead rolling around in her mouth as her tongue massaged his tip and her hand gently glided up and down his shaft.
“Oh god,” the man groaned as his hands pumped at her tingling boobs, “what are you doing to me?”
Faith couldn’t answer, the only sounds she could make were gurgles and slurps, drool dripping out of the sides of her mouth. Faith jammed her thumb at the base of the man’s dick as his cock twitched violently in her mouth, preventing his climax. She was far from finished with Deputy Mayor Finch. The man’s moans and groans filled her ears as she stopped teasing and started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, breathing through her nose as her hair snapped from side to side, sometimes scraping his trembling knob with her teeth as she sucked for all she was worth, sometimes stopping half way down, sometimes almost swallowing his wet balls, sometimes going fast, sometimes excruciatingly slow. The man’s prick swelled and trembled inside her mouth as the friction around it grew.

“Ohhhh! Godddddd!” And then the man’s hips lifted off the seat as his cum jetted out of his lipstick-smeared cock, his salty goodness hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed as much as she could, the rest dribbling out of her mouth and down her face. “Yesss! Ohhhh! Yeahhhh!”

Finally the man finished cumming and Faith allowed him to drop out of her mouth before looking up at him and smiling shyly. “Sir, you taste good!”

* * *

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The air was thick with sex and sweat, and rang to the girls’ groans, whimpers and grunts, a debased excitement pervading the dungeon as they took their pleasure with their harem submissive.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Faith shuddered as Buffy’s riding crop bit deep into her full ass cheeks, the heavy bells dangling from her teardropped tits tantalisingly tinkling as her jugs swung back and forth with each blow’s impact. The blonde Slayer was clad only in riding jodhpurs and not holding back in the slightest as she striped the sultry brunette’s firm behind, every blow causing Faith’s muscled ass to jump and adding another angry line across her deep globes. For her part Faith was imprisoned in the basement’s wooden stocks, a naked Willow’s hand on her head pushing her down. Faith’s face was trapped in Cordy’s pussy, the spoilt rich girl lying on a bench before her, the queen of Sunnydale High moaning and writhing as Faith licked slavishly at her pussy, her tongue already soaked from the other girls’ climaxes. To the head cheerleader’s left lay Amy and Harmony making out and fingering one another as they waited their turn to take Cordy’s place.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Faith’s ass blazed under Buffy’s beating and her nipples felt like they might fall off thanks to the so heavy bells dangling from them, pulling on them. What little pleasure the entrapped beauty was getting came from Tara lying between her spread legs. The naked wicca’s hands clung to Faith’s slender thighs behind the knees as the New Mexican’s tongue thrust up and deep into her wet folds, stroking all around her pussy walls before pulling out then diving back in. Anya’s naked ass was high in the air as she knelt between Tara’s own legs, her tongue driving deep into the New Mexican’s pussy while a thick vibrator stretched her own twat, its buzzing filling the air.

All in all, Faith should really have been grateful the rest of the girls hadn’t been available for playtime too.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“What is going on here!” A male voice cried out from the steps leading into the basement. “This isn’t a bible study group, Mrs. Summers! And that’s Ms. Chase, the daughter of my country club friend! What is this debauchery? This depravity?”

THWACK! THWACK ! THWACK!

Faith squealed into Cordy’s pussy as Buffy ruthlessly continued her beating, ignoring the intrusion and the fact the blonde and her friends were at best partially-clothed before this stranger. Faith’s cunny pulsed as Tara’s tongue drove deep into her own fuckhole, her lips caressing the dark Slayer’s entrance.

“Good gracious me, not one of these girls looks legal!” The male voice continued. “This isn’t just immoral, it’s illegal!”

“Uhhhh!” Cordy squealed, heavenly hips arching off the bench she was laid on as she came, her swollen nether lips quivering as her juices streamed out to drench Faith’s face and fill her mouth. “Yesssss!”

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

“MY TURN!” Faith’s firm globes stung and throbbed to Buffy’s caning as Harmony let out a cry and leapt onto the bench the moment Cordy rolled off, Willow’s hand pushing Faith’s head down into the hastily in position blonde’s shaven pussy. Amy let out her own moan as Cordy joined her on the ground, the two nubile nudes writhing happily, locked in an erotic embrace. “Oh god,” Harmony’s back arched as Faith’s tongue went to work inside her. “Oh god!”

TWHACK! THWACK! THWACK! Faith’s full ass jiggled and jumped as Buffy laid in her blows, pain blazing through her posterior even as pleasure rippled through her pussy courtesy of Tara’s eager tongue-licking. “Oh my god!” The male voice cried out again. “I recognise that blonde too! Her father’s Jonathan Kendall! Another friend from the country club!”

“Yes, it’s really quite delightful isn’t it, Councilman Davis?” Joyce purred.

”Delightful Mrs. Summers?” Davis let out a disbelieving laugh. “It’s debauched is what it is! You call me here on business and show me this? BDSM! Underage lesbians! My friends’ daughters performing in some kinky sex show! I’ve never been so shocked and appalled in all my life!””

“I’ll also bet you’ve also never been so hard in your life, either, Councilman,” Joyce replied. “Watching my luscious girls is far better than being with your boring middle-aged wife isn’t it?”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Faith’s entire body shook, the pain in her ass temporarily forgotten as a climax thundered over her, her vaginal juices spilling out to splatter the Wicca’s face. “Swap!” Tara yelled as she pulled away, her and Anya quickly swapping positions, the ex demon pulling the cunt-soaked vibrator out of herself and shoving it into Tara’s twat before pushing her face into Faith’s crotch and eagerly feasting on her bountiful fruits. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

”How dare you!” the politician snapped. “This is disgusting! To even suggest I’d be interested in this is evil!”

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce countered. Suddenly the wide-screen at the far-end of the basement came on.

The scene was instantly recognisable as a dimly-lit, dirty stockroom. "Unghhh! FUCK YES!! Take my big fuckin' cock! Take every fuckin' INCH of it inside your tight teenage ass, you little WHORE!!"

"Ooohhhhhh!! Yes, daddy! Fuck your little girl's ass good! Bust open my asshole with your enormous dick! TREAT ME LIKE THE TRAMP THAT I AM!!!" a Lolita-like
Faith squealed on the big screen TV while the very-well endowed Jack Davis pile-drove his huge prick into the Slayer’s tight ass, spanking said behind with one hand and roughly yanking on one of her pigtails with the other, forcing Faith’s head up, a lusty grimace on the Slayer’s features.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! In the present Faith squealed into Harmony’s crotch as Buffy continued rasping the riding crop deep in her deep buttocks while Anya’s tongue drove up into her own soaked snatch. All the contrasting sensations raging through her meant Faith struggled to concentrate on completing her own tongue-fucking of Harmony, the blonde squealing happily at her slightest touch.

On the TV screen, Councilman Davis let out a roar. "That's right! You love a big dick in your ass, dontcha Gwen?! I KNEW IT!! Always acting like the innocent little virgin in front of your mom and me, but you didn't fool me! I always knew you were a slut ever since I caught you playing doctor with that boy who had his grubby little finger up your slutty little ass!"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Suddenly Buffy wasn’t swinging the crop into her aching ass but under Faith’s body, up into her drooping udders, pain flaring through Faith’s chest as she took her beating.

"OOohhh yes, you're right, daddy! You saw right through me - it was all an act. I'm a dirty slut who loves it up the butt, and I deserve to be punished! Please punish me, daddy! Spank and fuck my slutty little ass till I can't sit down for weeks!!"
SMACK!! SMACKK!!!

"Oh, don't worry, baby, I WILL 'cause your cute lil ass belongs to daddy now!"

The screen went off as suddenly as it had been turned on. "Now, now, don't feel so distressed Mr. Davis," Joyce purred. "Your voters probably wouldn't be very understanding about this home-movie, but I am. Everyone has their little fantasies. One of my fantasies is becoming the new Mayor of Sunnydale. Now why don't we go back upstairs, have a soothing cup of tea, and talk about how we can make one another’s dreams come true. Perhaps afterwards, if our conversation has reached a satisfying conclusion, we'll come back downstairs and you can show my Faith "who's her daddy" again. You’ll be more than welcome to use anything you want in here on her. I’m sure the girls will be more than happy to leave her in the stocks for you."