Breaking Faith

A/N: MTL, Willow kicks Buffy’s ass every time for me. The only char in the verse with a chance against Dark Willow is full-power Illyria. But that’s a different non-PWP fic.

For me, Buffy isn’t hot at all. Don’t like the nasal voice or the skinny body, not attractive at all. I only used her at all in this story because to cut her out completely is silly, she’s too major of a part of Willow’s life for her to do that.

Oh yeah, the story ends with a gargantuan bang you might say, and a neck-spinning twist. But there’s another eight chapters before that. -;)

Mike, to be fair Xander has had use of Faith in two previous chapters. However he will be turning up in the finale and a chapter before that as well.

Dade, Kate won’t be a cop and that’s all I’m gonna say…..

All The Fun Of The Fair

The moment Faith heard her owners’ footsteps, she moved sinuously into her submissively knelt position, palms resting on her wide-apart thighs, and eyes held demurely down. Her heart thumped with anticipatory ecstasy as the door swung open, would it be pain, pleasure, or a combination for her today? “Hello Queen. Hello Mistress.”

“Hello Toy,” Willow fondly tousled her silky mane. The witch was wearing a knee length black pinstriped skirt and a v-necked blazer with three inches of taut belly on display. The red-head’s outfit was completed by a red-silk scarf tied neatly around her neck and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

”You’ve been a good girl,” Kennedy praised. The REAL Slayer was wearing a sheer white lycra blouse with a pinstripe skirt with a slash down the left side. She was also wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a red scarf. “Would you like to go out?”

Faith’s heart soared as she nodded. “Yes please,” the once rebellious bombshell breathlessly pleaded. “Will you pay some kinky games with me?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Willow giggled. “What do you think we’re dressed as?”

Faith pouted thoughtfully, brow furrowing as she struggled with the question. The sultry Bostonian finally answered. “Teachers?”

“Well done,” Kennedy tickled her under her chin. “And this is your costume.” Kennedy passed her her outfit. “Dress.”

”Yes Mistress!” Faith slowly dressed, allowing her owners to languidly inspect her nubile sexiness. When she’d finished she turned to her owners.

“Ohhh!” Willow gushed. “Our perfect school-girl slut!”

Faith beamed at the praise. The trailer tramp was dressed in a collared tie-front, the blue and white checked tie dangling down to the middle of her deep cleavage, and a tied off open navy blue midriff top. About six inches of sexy belly was left bare en-route to a barely-over her rounded behind pleated blue and white checked skirt with a slit in the left and right sides going all the way up to her waist. White lace stockings that clung to every inch of her curvy legs completed the alluring outfit. “I love school spirit!” Faith giggled.

“Yes,” Kennedy nodded. “I think she’s ready.”

* * *

The sexy slave’s ebony eyes flashed everywhere as she eagerly took in the sights. They were in a garishly-coloured amusement park, surrounded by the tilt a whirls, roller coasters, the log flumes, the Ferris wheels, and all the other rides. There were fast food outlets and restaurants too, as well as clowns, stilt-men, and jugglers entertaining the crowds.

For all of that though, most eyes were fixed on the big breasted beauty, her skimpy costume and saucily curvy body combining to get her plenty of lewd comments and suggestive salutations.

The morning passed in a whirlwind of fun and giggles, and then her owners were leading her into a brightly-lit eatery with glass walls. “Time for something to eat,” Willow looked over to a wall table for two with an over-hanging table cloth. “Toy, under the table.”

”Yes Queen.” Faith scurried over to the table and crept under it, unmindful of all the curious and lecherous looks she got.

The moment her two owners had sat, Willow spoke, voice husky with desire. “Time to have your first course, Toy.”

“Yes Queen.” Her owner moaned as Faith knelt between the witch’s legs, gently easing her owner’s skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. The slutty Bostonian licked her full lips as she stared at the prizes upon prizes, her wonderful owner’s bald pussy.

“Oooooh.” The witch shuddered as Faith began to tenderly kiss her trembling labia, worshipping it with her wickedly sinful lips. “That feels so good.”

“Yes,” at the same time Kennedy was talking to the waiter, “two glasses of red with the specials please.”

Encouraged by the praise, the house-trained slut began to slowly run her tongue up and down the tight slit. She was careful not to penetrate, not yet. Just slavishly lick up and down the engorging lips, shivering with happiness at her owner’s delighted groans. “Oh,” Willow reached under the table to pat her pet on the head. “Good girl.”

Faith sniffled at the praise, loving her ruler for it. The sultry beauty slid her palms up and down the witch’s thighs, rubbing them, pumping the blood downwards until every nerve was tingling. At the same time she continued to alternate between loving kisses and generous licks of her owner’s labia, a desperate to please bitch serving her owner. “Aaaa!” Willow dug her fingers into Faith’s glossy mane each time the Slayer’s nose bumped off her clit. “You dirty little slut!”

“Oh lunch is here,” Kennedy commented. “Doesn’t it look divine, Willow?”

“Yesssssssss,” the witch moaned.

The sexy Slayer ignored the pain shooting through her scalp as she pressed her head between the witch's slender, creamy-white thighs. The witch’s sweet scent mingled with the smell of their meal to fill the black-haired tramp’s nostrils. Faith prised the witch’s pussy lips apart and peered inside, anticipation building as she knew she was about please her owner with a climax.

First her tongue did a full swirl of the inside, gently licking her wet walls, getting a full taste of the witch’s nectar. Then Faith stroked her long tongue slowly in, burying it as deep as she possibly could. “Ooooh,” Willow groaned. “Good girl.” Then Faith began to really tongue fuck her wonderful owner, driving it as deep as possible, yanking it out and driving in and out, using her tongue as a piston on the wriggling witch. “Ohhhhh, goddd,” the witch moaned. And then the once-sassy brunette bit down on Willow’s clit.

”Oh yesss! Yessss!” Willow’s shriek rang out through the busy restaurant as she bounced up and down on her leather upholstered seat, cunt juices flooding out to soak the big-busted Slayer’s face.

Faith dutifully continued to lick at the Wicca’s twat, drawing out her owner’s gleeful climax for as long as possible. Eventually though the witch’s bucking and moaning subsided.

“Come and get your desert, Toy.”

“Yes, Mistress.” As the sexy slave crawled over to Kennedy, she marvelled at just how lucky she was to find two owners who knew just what a dirty skank like her needed, and just where her talents lay.

“Yes,” Willow spoke, “we’ll have the desert menu now.”

“Start with my legs,” Kennedy brusquely ordered.

“Yes Mistress.” The enslaved sexpot started at her Mistress’ shapely ankles. Her tongue and lips went everywhere, alternating between each muscled leg as she kissed and licked every inch of smooth, satin-like flesh. Her owner’s pleasured moans rang in Faith’s ears as the once-rebellious bombshell worshipped Kennedy with her wantonly talented mouth. Every kiss was greeted with an appreciative pant; every lick gained a drawn-out moan. She was such a lucky slut to have two such grateful owners.

”You know Kennedy,” Willow commented, “it’s easy to forget just how good head Toy gives.”

”Yes, yes, yes.” The REAL Slayer babbled. “Ohhh yes.”

“Waiter,” Willow called the waiter over, “I think we’ll have two chocolate mousses and two more glasses of wine.”

Upon reaching Kennedy’s crotch, Faith found the rich girl had already tugged her skirt up in eager anticipation of the sultry temptress’ oral talents. The busty brunette reached around Kennedy’s back to grab two handfuls of the Slayer’s perfect behind. “Oh yes,” the former potential purred appreciatively as Faith squeezed.

After a few squeezes of her owner’s perfectly-shaped tush, Faith tenderly pressed her lips to Kennedy’s labia, shivering slightly as she tasted her owner. And then the former potential’s hand was on her head, holding her down, holding her just where her all-powerful owner wanted her. The sexy slave happily complied, elated to be serving her betters.

The east coast nubile gently licked and caressed her owner’s tight twat with her tongue. Her owner’s heavenly scent filled her nostrils as she blew cool air on Kennedy’s molten core. “Oooooh, god,” Kennedy whimpered, the lesbian’s pinkness trembling delightfully.

The firm-bodied Bostonian spread her owner’s flower and poked her hot, wet tongue inside. “Yesss!” Kennedy barely breathed, nails digging into the back of Faith’s head as her pussy clenched. Faith ignored the pain in favour of working her tongue in and out of Kennedy’s moist hole, the Slayer seated above her gasping and moaning, wriggling against her. By now Faith could feel Kennedy’s juices dripping down her face. “Goooddddd.”

“Yes, Willow idly remarked. “This is good wine.” Faith couldn’t agree more, the wine she was drinking was the finest, most intoxicating liquid she’d ever experienced.

Faith took a firmer grip on Kennedy’s ripe behind, pulling her closer. The younger Slayer’s hips bounced in time with the tongue driving in and out her. The sexy slave savoured the taste of her owner’s velvety folds as she moved her tongue in and out, the subjugated plaything enjoying giving pleasure every bit as much as her owner was enjoying getting it. Kennedy’s pussy suddenly clenched around the invading tongue, pumping out juices that Faith hungrily licked and suck up, drinking down every drop. “Yesssssssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssssssss!”

Kennedy leaned back with a sigh. “Good girl, Toy.”

“Come here, Toy,” Willow trilled. “I need a foot rest.”

“Yes Queen.” Faith knelt on her hands and knees before her owner. She moaned slightly as Willow placed her feet on her back, pussy tingling as it always did when she served.

Once her owners had completed their meals, the two women rose. “Come on Toy.”

Drying cunt-juices streaking her face, the dark-eyed slave crawled out from under the table. Every eye was on the big-titted slut who’d made the two women shriek with such wild abandon. The rich girl stared imperiously at her, a finger under Faith’s chin tilting the big-boobed slave’s head back. “I’ve decided to take my favourite pet for a ride on a Ferris wheel. Would you like that?”

”Yes Mistress!” Faith beamed up at the Slayer who so completely dominated her, a thrill running through her. “I’d love that.”

“Good girl,” Willow patted her on the head. “Up you get then.”

The Ferris wheel was brightly coloured, each cage a different colour. “Five dollars for two rides,” the Ferris wheel ticket seller informed Kennedy.

The moment they were sat in the passenger cage, Kennedy glared at Faith. “I saw you eyeing that man up you slut!” Faith’s dark orbs widened and full mouth opened. “Don’t you dare argue with me, you dirty harlot. Across my knee now!”

“Yes Mistress.” Faith hurriedly obeyed, pathetically eager to be punished, draping herself over the domineering Slayer’s lap. “Ooooh.” Faith moaned when her owner grabbed a hold of her short skirt and yanked it over her tiny waist. As the cab began to move, Kennedy hooked a finger in her thong’s frilly waistband and yanked it down the sexy sub’s shapely legs.

“Oh I’m going to have some fun.” Kennedy purred as the cab continued its sedate ascent.

Faith whinnied inwardly, the well-trained Council fuck-toy loving her subjugated position. It felt so right, what she’d been bred for, to be lovingly but thoroughly disciplined by her owner. Faith tilted her curved tush and panted breathlessly for her training to begin.

”Oooooh.” Faith whimpered when rather than her expected walloping, Kennedy began to tenderly caress her, fingers stroking up and down Faith’s curved cheeks. The once sassy beauty’s perfect posterior began to tingle and pulse as she happily squirmed on her owner’s lap, loving her gentle treatment. “That feels so-.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Aaaah!” The sultry sexpot’s eyes widened when her domineering owner began slapping her, her cheeks bouncing and reddening under every blow.

“You disloyal bitch!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Aaaaah!” Faith squealed. Only another Slayer could beat her ass like this, make it blaze like it was on fire.

“You ungrateful tramp!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Oooh!” Faith whimpered and wailed as she bucked and thrashed on her owner’s lap. “Please! Please! I’ll be good!”

“Learn you lesson!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“I’ve learnt it!” Faith babbled as her chestnut locks swung wildly as she wriggled around, her arousal turning to blistering agony.

“You go with who we tell you!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

”Yes mistress!” Faith shrieked as the domineering Slayer laid the blows in, her ass reverberating under the punishing impact. “Just who you want me to!”

“I thought you were well trained!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’ll be good!” The broken beauty promised as her full cheeks continued to jump under the onslaught.

“I’ve obviously been too soft on you!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Teach me! Teach me!” Faith wailed as sweat beaded down her sexy body.

”You’ll do as you’re told?” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Anything! Anything! Anything!” Faith was still squealing when the cage shuddered to a halt.

”Good girl,” Kennedy stroked the sobbing brunette’s chestnut locks. “Now I want you to bend over and show the man your sweet little tush.”

Faith stared up at her owner; shocked that she now wanted her to expose herself to the man she’d just gotten a spanking because of. Kennedy raised an eyebrow. “Yes Mistress.” The once-rebellious babe moved sensually into position, fingers touching her toes as she tilted her naked ass up into the air in front of the man. “Oooooh.” The Slayer’s curved lips parted in a groan when the man grabbed two handfuls of Slayer-blistered ass, wriggling in pain as his callused fingers pinched deep into her fleshy globes, agony lancing through her blistered buns. “Jeeeez.”

“Toy.” Kennedy spoke after a pained minute of butt-mauling. “Pull your thong up.”

Faith moaned in relief as she obeyed and straightened, her owners leading her away. Willow grinned as they reached a five-storey high helter-skelter. “Give me your top, Toy.” Faith quickly obeyed, passer-bys gasping as the beauty’s firm, high hooters swung loose. “Now climb to the top of that slide and come down on your front.”

”Yes Queen.” Faith nodded before starting off, tits swinging as she ran towards the giant slide’s tower. Once inside she climbed up the stairs, rushing past every one, mouthing thanks to any man who slapped her ass or teen who groped her rack. After all, her owners would stop anyone from touching her if they didn’t want her to be touched, and if it was her owners’ will that she be groped, she should be grateful for it.

Upon reaching the top, she looked down; it was a long way down, the steel slide spiralling down the tower to the ground. Faith laid down on her naked front, her round tits pimpling slightly as they came into contact with the cold steel and then she pushed off.

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Faith screamed all the way down, the wind sucking the air from her lungs and stinging her eyes, but that wasn’t what caused the discomfort. No, it was her tits running up against the slide, the friction causing her tender boobs to welt and bruise. “Fuccccccccccccccccck!”

Faith whimpered as she hit the blue mat at the bottom, several ‘gentlemen’ all too willing to help the busty brunette up and have a quick grope in the process. Faith made her way back to her laughing owners, wincing slightly as she re-dressed, her outfit’s material rubbing uncomfortably against both her ass and tits. “I saw a mechanical bull just ahead,” Kennedy grinned. “I think Toy could have fun with that.”

“It says on the sign, the record’s four minutes and ten seconds,” Willow looked towards Faith. “Double it.”

“Yes Queen.” The sultry slave entered into the straw-covered arena, the mostly-male crowd whooping and hollering at her arrival. Faith leapt from the straw and into the saddle. The dark-eyed plaything winced as she landed, the saddle’s unforgiving leather rubbing against her pained posterior as she wrapped her long legs around the bull’s flanks.

“Whoeee!” laughed one of the watchers. “Best looking cow-girl ever!”

“Wish she was riding me!” commented another.

“Those are the sorta thighs you want wrapping around you!” a third chuckled.

“Oooh!” Faith gasped as the bull began to move, her black orbs fixed on the electronic time display. The beauty’s full mane whipped from side to side as she rose the bull like it was a copulating lover, gyrating and bouncing in time with the watching crowd’s cheers.

The bull moved slowly at first, but rapidly increased in speed. It dipped up and down, swung left to right, rotated in wild clockwise or counter-clockwise circles, tilted back until its rear was almost touching the straw before throwing forward until its front almost brushed the ground. The Slayer’s slender thighs rippled sexily as they gripped the bull, the crowd cheering in time with the bounce of her barely-contained breasts.

”Aaaaaah!” Faith’s full lips parted in a shocked gasp, full chest heaving and breath shallowing as she felt something invisible but very real begin to pulse inside her pussy and something else insistently and roughly play with her clit.

“Ooooh!” The brunette bombshell gasped and whined as she continued to ride the wildly bucking bull, legs clenching around the bull with even greater force. Her stomach quivered and rolled, sweat gleaming on her sensual body as her pelvis began thrust back and forth, Willow’s magics pleasuring her. “Aaaaaha!”

Oh my god!” One of the watching women commented. “The horny little whore is getting turned on by it. What a dirty slut!”

Faith couldn’t care less about the disapproving words, after all the woman wasn’t one of her owners. With her glossy mane flying, jugs jiggling, body perspiring, and most of all her nether regions throbbing and pulsing, she couldn’t help but moan and whimper her pleasure as she clung to the bull. Excited juices trailed down her inner thighs, causing various eagle-eyed watcher to laugh at the busty beauty’s apparent rampant trampiness.

The moment the time display hit nine minutes, more than enough time to satisfy her teasing owner, the cum-hungry brunette flopped off the bull. “Yessssssssss!” Faith thrashed about like a fish out of water as she squirmed on the straw, black locks billowing under her, red lips parted in a scream as she frantically rubbed at her crotch. “Ooooooh!” Juices spurted out to splatter her lithely-muscled thighs as her bruised behind bounced up and down on the straw, the observers hooting and hollering as her climax crashed over her. “Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The crowd was still cheering when Willow and Kennedy stepped up to flank her slowly relaxing body. “That was fun, Toy,” Willow giggled. “But get up, there’s plenty of games still to play.”

“Yes Queen,” Faith clambered up on slightly shaky legs and followed her owners out.

* * *

Her owners led her to a trampoline surrounded by a bunch of frat boys with water balloons. “I’m sure you can guess this game?” Kennedy laughed mockingly.

The formerly foul-mouthed rebel nodded meekly. “Yes Mistress.” The brunette seductress made her way through the crowd, more than one frat boy taking the opportunity to grope a fine piece of hooch.

The crowd watched in awed silence as the sexy tramp climbed up and began to bounce on the trampoline. The sensual honey hit a variety of alluring poses – spreading her legs into full splits at the top of a jump, thrusting her crotch at her watchers, placing her hands behind her head and pushing her ample bosom out, shaking her belly like a lap dancer, and invitingly jutting her ass out.

And then Willow spoke breathlessly. “Fire, boys.”

“Ooooo!” The curvy beauty gasped as balloons hit her from every angle, icy water soaking her, cascading down her, making every inch of silky skin pimple. Every inch of her outfit was soon stuck to her lithe curves, drenching her. Despite her shivering, Faith continued to strike tempting poses, inviting yet more watery missiles.

“Get off Toy.” The soaked Slayer eagerly climbed off the trampoline, teeth chattering. “Ah, are you cold?” Faith shivered as she nodded in answer to Willow’s question. “I’ll have to get one of these nice boys to dry you off. Toy, strip off. Kennedy, chose one of these lucky boys.”

“Yes Mistress.” Faith quickly tore the sodden clothes off, standing trembling and naked, water trickling down her lusty body making it gleam as the watching youths gave their verdict.

“Whoa!” commented a dread-locked black. “That honky slut’s got a sister’s ass, round and so juicy you’d love to take a bite out of it.”

”I’d be too busy grabbing hold of those tits!” laughed a crew-cutted beanpole. “How do those melons stay up so high?”

“Girl works out,” added a beefcake, “she’s got some fine abs!”

“Look at that mouth!” laughed an Oriental. “I bet she knows how to use it.”

“I’ve found him,” Kennedy led a bespectacled chubby teen with a real bad case of acne out. Her owner patted the boy on his head. “Have fun.”

“Oh wow,” the fat kid stared at her.

”Be thorough,” Willow instructed as she passed the boy a towel.

“Yeah.” The teen’s head bobbed, eyes fixed on the submissive nude before him. The crowd cheered as the youth began to rub at her perfectly-shaped legs, his hot breath on her silky skin. Faith shuddered as the rough towel travelled up her soft body.

“Tell her when you want to move,” Willow prompted with a big smile, clearly enjoying Faith’s debasing almost as much as the Council play-thing did.

“Oh right,” the tubby boy stared uncertainly at the once-insolent sexpot. “Legs apart.” The busty Bostonian nodded meekly before obeying, the crowd braying approvingly at her docile compliance, revealing her cream-covered crotch. “Oh boy.”

“Look at that whore!” laughed a woman. “She’s well trained!”

“Yeah,” another woman shrilled, “the bull has more independence!”

“Ohhh,” the seductive plaything’s rosy lips parted in an appreciative whimper as the boy eased the towel up and down her long slit. “Ooooh.” Her moans increased, gravity-defying bosom heaving up and down as the towel’s rough fibres rubbed against her smooth and so sensitive labia.

“Damn!” A deep voice boomed out. “That is one horny slut!”

“Yesss!” Faith babbled an agreement as the teen pulled away, dragging the towel up and down her quivering belly, drying her flat midsection off with a tantalisingly painstaking rubbing. “Oooooh.” Faith whinnied as the towel inevitably made its way up to her twin peaks.

“Fuck!” laughed a high-pitched voice. “She has no self-respect at all!”

“Push your tits out,” the boy ordered in a pant.

”Yes sir.” The always eager to please brunette trailed her hands up her curves and placed her hands behind her head, jutting her rounded bosom out. “Is that okay, sir?”

“Oh boy.” The fat teen licked his lips as he stared hungrily at her titillating rack. And then his towelled hands were on them, squeezing, rubbing, stroking every inch. Soon the Slayer’s well-rounded hips were bucking, her mane swinging wildly, and speech degenerating to a stream of inarticulate noises. Her babbling increased when the boy finished off by rubbing her nipples. The youth stared at her, burning her sexy image into his memory. “Turn around and bend over, your hands on your knees.”

“Yes sir,” the formerly rebellious bombshell hurriedly obeyed, gleefully in the boy’s power.

“Damn!” laughed a man as she obeyed, pear-shaped titties dangling down and welted, rounded ass pushed up. “That is one well-trained bitch!”

The ebony-eyed fuck-toy’s back muscles quivered and clenched as the youth towelled up and down her back. “Oooooh, ahhhh.” Faith groaned as the teen began to stroke her perfect posterior, fleshy globes wobbling. The boy started at her lower back, rubbing erotically slow circles before travelling up her ass’ curve then down her muscled hamstrings all the way to her shapely calves.

”Faith, I think this boy has done a really great job,” Willow said. “Say thank you.”

“Yes Queen.” The dark-haired beauty dropped to her knees in front of the tubby youth. Before the teen had chance to breathe, Faith had his cock in her hand

“Oh wow.” The teen’s eyes bulged. The saucy Slayer stared at the fleshy seven inches for a second before looking up at the awestruck boy, smiling at him with her eyes. “Aaaah.” The chubby teen groaned when the brunette temptress’s lips slid around his cock, tongue stroking everywhere. “Ohhhh!” The still nude beauty bent her head down, dark locks falling over her face as her mouth enveloped the youth’s stiff rod. “Aaaah!” The teen hissed as Faith’s hot tongue stroked and licked all around. “Goddddd.” He whimpered as Faith started to suck, her head pumping up and down as she went at his cock like she was a truck-stop whore and he the first client of the night. “Ohhhh.” The dark-eyed babe’s hand trailed up the boy’s left thigh to grab at his not quite hairy balls at that exact moment. “Aaaa!” The youth groaned as the sultry plaything continue to suck and squeeze with ever growing ferocity. “Ooooooh!” A jet of white fluid hit the back of Faith’s throat, the well-trained beauty hungrily drinking him down.

“Here’s your new costume Toy,” Kennedy ordered. “Get it on.”

”Yes Mistress.” If anything this costume was even more skimpy than the last, consisting only of black lace stockings, a barely there black and white checked pleated micro and a lacy black half-cup bra with tassels dangling from it.

“You look lovely dear,” Willow patted her on the head. “Follow.”

Her two owners led her to a ghost train with one boy sat on the back seat. Kennedy giggled before whispering to Willow. “What a good idea,” Willow turned to her. “Toy, I want you to go over to that boy and tell him you get scared on these rides and that you want his company. I want you to get him to play with you while you in there, make sure he has fun!”

“Yes Queen.” Faith nodded before trotting over to the boy sat on the back seat, Willow and Kennedy making for the front. “Hi sir,” she fluttered her long eyelashes at the barely teen boy, bending over so her perky jugs were almost falling out of her top, “I get scared on these rides and I need a big strong boy to look after me. Will you look after me?”

The boy tore his gaze from her cleavage long enough to nod. Faith beamed as she sat on the boy’s knee. “Thank you sir,” she kissed his neck as she wrapped his arm around her waist and ruffled his long blonde hair. “Sir, if you do this for me,” she smiled as the train lurched forward, “I think you should get a reward.” She smiled as the boy looked at her. “You get to do anything you want to me.”

She jumped slightly as they entered the ghost house and were plunged into darkness, a sudden vampire hologram leaping out of the darkness. “Protect me sir!” She wailed.

The boy’s sweaty hand slid up her back. “That’s right,” Faith moaned theatrically. “Take my mind off things.” Her bra fell off, tits springing lose as a bat swooped out and a cobweb fell onto her shoulder. The boy’s lips were everywhere, slavering over her recently cleaned rack. “Oh sir,” Faith moaned as she served the boy with her alluring body, knowing that by doing so she was once again her owner’s obedient bitch.

Suddenly the train fell down a steep incline; Faith used the fall to pretend to be knocked off the boy’s lap and land on the hard wooden seat, the boy on top, Faith’s tiny skirt pulled up around her waist. A zombie shrieked in the distance as Faith expertly worked the boy’s cock out of his pants despite the darkness. “Please sir,” she moaned, hips arching pleadingly upwards. “Protect me.”

The boy’s lips crushed against her, his hands squeezing and rubbing her tits, but the young boy still failed to enter her. “I need you,” Faith groaned as she rubbed the boy’s knob-end up and down her pussy. “Take me.”

”Yesss.” Faith groaned as the teen pushed his way inside her, loving the fact she was now the fuck-toy of a fourteen year old boy. A bat swooped out of the darkness, but Faith only had eyes for the teen she was about to deflower, the one her owners had chosen for her. “Slow,” she prompted.

The lucky youth seemed to nod before pulling out, pausing, and then allowing her twat to suck him back in, groaning in unison with her as their bodies pressed together. This was so humiliating, so degrading, and yet she loved this teen, loved him because her owners had whored her to him.

Faith wrapped her long legs around the panting boy, holding him in position so that he couldn’t pull out all the way, so that there was always some of him inside her. “Take your time,” Faith whispered into the boy’s ear. “You can do anything you want, no need to rush.” His hands came off her tits, his mouth settling on her right nipple, suckling on it as if he hoped for breast-milk, and slid down to grab two handfuls of Faith’s rounded rump, pulling it up so he could penetrate deeper into her twat. A hooked-nosed witch lunged out of the darkness before disappearing.

”Oh yes,” Faith moaned as the boy continued to fuck her, enthusiastically sucking at her teat, “thank you sir, a girl always likes a good fuck from a real man.”

Her words spurred the boy on, speeding up, grunting as he ground his body into hers, faster and faster, harder and harder, piledriving her moist warmth. “Yessss!” The boy groaned as he began to shoot inside her, Faith reaching between her legs to twist her clit, back arching off the hard wooden seat as she came too.

Faith lay submissively on the seat, allowing the boy to feel her up as he wished while the journey reached its conclusion. The moment the train exited the ghost ride Willow and Kennedy were there.

“Why,” Willow giggled as she and Kennedy retrieved Faith from her amorous admirer, “you must be hungry by now.”

“Yes Queen,” Faith ate when she was told, she didn’t want for food, a scrawny slave wouldn’t have the necessary sexiness for her owners.

”Come on then.” The witch led her to a hot dog counter. “Up on your hands and knees.”

”Yes Queen.” Faith eagerly obeyed, hardly-there skirt rising up her temptingly-curved tush and teardrop tits falling out of her bra, dangling alluringly, the bruises on both her ass and boobs from her earlier adventures still there. The submissive babe looked over her shoulder, heart pounding as she watched for what her owner would do next.

A smile on her face, Willow waited until a crowd had gathered. Then the red-head reached across the counter, picked up a freshly-cooked hot dog, sniffed it, and positioned it at the sexy slave’s twat opening. Faith’s ebony eyes widened as she belatedly realised what the witch intended. And then the barbecued meat was entering her.

”Jeeez!” Faith’s head snapped back as she wailed as her pussy clenched around the piping hot meat. Willow giggled at her reaction as she worked the meat in and then began slowly dragging it out. “Oh please, wow, fuck, god.” Faith panted and groaned as the crowd aaahed as they watched the sexy Slayer’s public debasement. “Aiiiiie!” Her ripe melons jiggled up and down and hips bucked, twat twitching manically as it struggled to comprehend what was happening. “Gaaaa!” Then the witch was shoving the meat back inside, her pussy trembling uncontrollably. “Oooooh.” The on-show beauty screwed her eyes shut, drool forming at the corners of her mouth as the laughing wicca stroked her ass with one hand, the other holding the meat inside her, its heat making her twat throb and pulse, every nerve feeling on fire. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” Faith’s lips opened in a long drawn-out moan as the witch slowly withdrew the piping-hot meat and then started to see-saw it in and out of her. “That feels so----.”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeee.” Faith gasped, moaned, writhed, a helpless puppet on the end of the sausage as Willow’s probes increased in speed. “Ooooh!” The almost-naked brunette squealed when Willow suddenly slowed down, twisting the meat inside her velvety folds, igniting yet more pleasure receptors. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” The sexy Slayer wailed and wailed as the witch speeded up again, her free hand moving from stroking Faith’s rounded globes to grab and twist her clit. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Faith’s dark orbs bulged as she climaxed, white juices spurting out down her thighs as her pussy collapsed in climax. “Gaaaaaaaaaa!” Unmindful of her audience, Faith bounced depravedly up and down on the meat until her climax was over. “Fuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccck!”

”Good girl.” Willow patted the busty Bostonian on the head as she panted and sweated on the counter. “Sit up dear.”

Faith obeyed, the skirt still bunched around her trim waist, her glistening cunny visible for the crowd to leer at and her pert, round tits dangling out of her bra. In other words, a perfectly slutty sight.

Willow smiled before passing her the cum-soaked dog. “Eat up.” The crowd gasped when the subjugated beauty opened her rosebud lips and slid a third of the hot dog in her mouth and closed it, perfect teeth sinking into the meaty instrument of her degradation.

Kennedy let out a laugh as Faith chewed at the meat. “Ha!” Her co-owner giggled. “Bet that sauce tastes better than any mustard!”