Breaking Faith

Raising Morale

“Round and round the wheel goes! Where it stops no-one knows!” Willow squealed in delight as she spun around the wheel the naked beauty was chained spread-eagled to.

“Willow!” Kennedy strode into the lounge from her day-trip out, dressed in a pair of daringly tight denim hotpants and low-cut midriff top. “What are you doing with Toy?”

Faith guessed she looked like a helluva sight. She was chained to a nine-spoked wheel with a multi-coloured rim encircling it, hair wildly swinging in tandem with the wheel’s spin. “Relax sweetie,” Faith moaned as the always-deviant witch cupped an ample breast and thumbed her long nipple. “Toy and I are playing a game.”

“I can see that, what game?” Kennedy walked to the other side of Faith and began playing with her other hooter. “We’ve played most games with Toy.” Kennedy smiled at her. “Haven’t we?” Faith beamed and nodded at her owner’s smile. “Good girl.” Kennedy patted her on the head before turning back to the witch. “What’s the game?”

“You see the rim around the wheel?” Willow giggled before continuing. “Every colour represents a different thing I do to Toy or she does to me. Whatever colour her head points to when the wheel stops we do.”

“Sounds fun.” Kennedy looked at the rim. “What do the colours mean?”

“Let’s see.” Willow released her grim on Faith’s luscious tit, Kennedy immediately taking a hold of the loose hooter, fondling and groping Faith’s whole rack as Willow picked up the colour-coded chart while Faith squirmed and whimpered. “Pink is pussy-licker,” Willow announced. “You know what a talented tongue our bitch has.”

“I know,” Kennedy winked at the nubile Slayer before pressing her lips to the slut’s, working her tongue into Faith’s hot mouth.

“Yellow means I get to use her mouth as my toilet. White means she gets a pussy whipping, as you can tell from the welts,” Faith grunted as Kennedy released her grip on her left tit and shoved two fingers into her stinging fuck channel, “that’s come up a few times. Green means ass whipping. Burgundy means I give her a nice tit whipping. Orange means she gets a fisting, you know how Toy enjoys a good fisting!” Faith wriggled as a third finger was added to the two inside her. “Brown means I strap-on her ass. Lillac means I get some foot-worship. Beige means I get a lap-dance. Black means I get to eat chocolate ice-cream out of Faith’s pussy. Gold means Faith gets to eat chocolate ice-cream out of my pussy. Cyan means she eats my ass. Pink means I get to sit on her face and experience that lovely tongue. Silver means 69, me on top of-course. Bronze means we get out the double-dildo. Grey means missionary. Violet means cow-girl. Purple means doggying our bitch. And that’s about it.”

“Wow, Will,” Kennedy pulled away from the brunette slave to kiss the witch. “This looks fun, can I play?”

“Of course you can!” Willow beamed at Kennedy’s praise. “She’s your whore too!”

“Thanks Will,” Kennedy trailed a palm down the beautiful Bostonian’s face. “What am I going to do to you?”

Faith stared adoringly back at her co-owner. “Anything you want Mistress.”

”Good answer.” Kennedy praised before grabbing a hold of the wheel and tugging on it.

The wheel spun around to Faith’s owners’ excited clapping. “Brown!” Kennedy whooped when the wheel spun to a halt. “I love Toy’s ass!” Kennedy whooped. “You unfasten her while I get my strap-on on!” Kennedy looked to the table where the toys were arrayed before choosing picking up a ten-inch stainless steel strap-on.

Willow quickly unlocked Faith’s bonds, in seconds the once-mighty Slayer was on her hands and knees, Kennedy’s hand in her full mane, yanking her head back. The rich Slayer was knelt behind her, her thrusting hips powering the metal fuckpole deep into the subjugated bitch’s shit-hole. “I was thinking,” Kennedy gasped between thrusts, “it’s been almost a week since we shared out Toy with our friends. And she does so like being used don’t you, Toy?”

“Yes Mistress,” Faith grunted as she took the large rod in her tiniest hole, “I like serving the Council, I’m better as a cum-bucket slut than I ever was a Slayer.” Faith grunted again as Kennedy thrust deep inside her delicate anus. “I know my place, and it’s on my back!”

“She’s such a good pet.” Willow beamed. Faith purred both at the witch’s praises and her toes tickling the submissive Slayer’s down-hanging hooters. “So willing to do her bit.”

“Yeah.” Faith groaned as Kennedy continued to destroy her ass. “Our girl’s got talents and you did a great job training her, didn’t she, Toy?”

”Yes Mistress,” Faith panted. “Without you two I wouldn’t know my place. Thank you, Queen. Thank you, Mistress.”

Her two owners laughed at her words. “You’re welcome, Toy,” Willow graciously replied.

“Who’s next for our little whore?” Kennedy asked.

“Um,” Willow pursed her lips and then smiled. “Of course. Toy fucked Riley in Buffy’s body, but he’s never experienced our Toy’s charms. And then there’s his friend, Graham Miller. Oh, and Ethan, he’s known for his tastes. After all the hard work he’s done redeeming himself, he’ll enjoy Toy.”

“Great choices Will!” The hand in her hair tightened as Kennedy continued to ream out the Bostonian slave’s sweet ass. “And I’ve got just the role for her to play!”

* * *

“Private Toy reporting for duty!” Faith barked as she entered the office, saluted, and halted, standing strictly to attention.

“Bloody hell,” crowed the older of the two men, a distinguished-looking fifty something with slicked back hair. “She’s a fine piece of arse and no mistake.” Ethan looked towards Riley Finn. “And she’s all ours?”

Riley grinned. “She’s a patriot, she’ll do anything that’s required of her. Won’t you, Private?”

Sometimes Faith felt like her life had become one long porno film, but she didn’t care, just as long as she got what she needed. Faith nodded at her former victim, by now secure enough in her owners to know that although they’d allow her to be hurt, they’d never let anyone permanently damage their property. “Yes sir.”

“Let’s get a closer look at the goods,” Ethan rose and walked around her, hungrily eyeing up the grade A bitch. Kennedy had dressed the fuck-toy in mid-calf length combat pants, leaf-green hot pants that hid none of her long smooth legs and emphasised every curve of her rounded yet pert behind, and a matching bra-top that did the same for the nubile lovely’s perfect rack. As good as she undoubtedly looked, Faith somehow guessed she wouldn’t be wearing anything but the boots soon.

The Watcher pulled her down onto her knee and kissed her neck. “You’re a pretty little thing,” he commented as his hands examined her body. “Are you going to be a good girl?” his teeth nipped her ear.

”Yes sir,” Faith moaned as the man’s hands travelled all over her sultry frame, a finger sliding down the front of her hotpants to stroke at her pussy. “I’m a patriot, if me bending over and taking one for the team raises morale, I’ll do it.”

“Good girl,” the Watcher reluctantly released his grip. “Get up.”

“I’ve put in a call for Lt. Miller, he should enjoy this too.” Riley announced.

“That’s fine,” the Englishman stood behind Faith, his breath hot on her neck, “but no sense in waiting. You’re a bloody prize and no mistake.”

“Ooooo,” Faith moaned as the middle-aged man’s hands slid up her young belly, Riley’s eyes rapt on the unravelling strip show. “Ooooh,” the midnight-maned beauty groaned again when the English Watcher cupped her full, erection-inducing breasts, hands clenching and unclenching her satin-skinned beauties. “Aaaa,” the nubile pleasure-toy’s ruby-red lips parted in a whimper when the Englishman tugged on her bra’s top.

“Oh very nice,” the Englishman approved as the bra opened, sliding down her body to pool at her feet, Faith’s juicy melons bouncing free, her nipples already pebble-hard with excitement. “Bloody hell,” the brunette’s ample tits began to heave and tingle as the Watcher expertly massaged her satin flesh, first gently stroking her rounded curves, then squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again, each squeeze a little deeper than the last, “you’ve got some bloody bristols on you haven’t you?”

“I….I’m glad I please you, sir,” the curvy beauty moaned and groaned as the Watcher continued to lavish attention on her heavenly rack. God, but he knew how to touch a woman, make her beg for more. Slowly, reluctantly, the Englishman slid his hands down the Slayer’s undulating stomach.

“Bloody right you do,” the middle-aged man licked her neck. “The only question is how the rest of you looks.” Faith closed her eyes and squirmed as the three decades her senior man hook his fingers in her waistband and dragged her skin-tight shorts over the curve of her ass. “Oh nice arse.” The svelte Bostonian purred like a cat when the Englishman began to massage and stroke her tight globes, fingers brushing and delving deep into her flawless, unblemished behind.

“Bend over.” The Watcher suddenly placed a firm hand between her shoulder-blades and pushed her over. Faith’s silky tits bounced when the man grabbed a handful of her glossy mane and yanked her head back. “What a bloody view.”

“Aaaaa.” Faith grunted as the domineering Englishman reached between her slender legs and expertly tweaked her clit, pinching it enough to stimulate but not enough to hurt.

”Spread your legs, private.” Faith had barely obeyed when the Watcher sunk his rod deep into her velvety tightness, balls resting at her opening, and tight belly pressing against her fleshy ass. “Oh yeah,” the Englishman groaned as her pussy clenched welcomingly around him, “you’re much tighter than you’d think.”

The Watcher began to speed in and out of her moistness, groaning slightly at each entry, her pussy snug around him, his balls swinging happily as he enjoyed the lush beauty at his beck and call. Suddenly Riley was in front of her, his cock slapping across her face, his hands cupping her down hanging hooters, fingers pressing deep into her tender flesh and callused palms rubbing against her nipples. “Take me.”

Knowing what was expected of her, Faith opened her rosebud lips. The Iowan immediately thrust his hips forward, his sizable member disappearing into her hot, inviting mouth. His balls bounced against her dimpled chin as he began to enthusiastically fucking her mouth, Faith slurping and sucking for all she was worth, trying to suck the cum out of the soldier’s cock.

At the same time the sexy slave continued to thrust her hips back, helping the Englishman probing her from behind to get maximum penetration. The air filled with the men’s grunts and her slurps as Faith concentrated on giving the most possible pleasure to her owners’ friends. Sweat beaded and glistened on her nubile, shaking body as the two men enjoyed her.

Riley came first, his hot fluid hitting the back of her throat, almost drowning her with the quantity, but Faith nonetheless slurping him down like he was her favourite flavour of ice cream. Next was Ethan, shooting so much cum into her that it spilt down her shapely thighs. Despite his climax, Ethan only speeded up, intent on making the Council bitch come too. Faith moaned as her pussy pulsed and heated, knowing it wouldn’t be long. And then it hit, a tidal wave of pleasure that had pussy-juices gushing out of her as she jiggled and wailed.

Only when her climax had ended did both Watcher pull their cocks out of their willing play-thing. “Bloody grand shag,” Ethan praised.

Faith shuddered when the Watcher slapped her left ass cheek, globe reverberating under the impact. “Thank you, sir,” she meekly replied.

“Come with me.” Riley grabbed a handful of her full mane and dragged the always-obedient Slayer over to the table. “Lie on your side with your legs hanging off the edge.”

“Yes sir!” Faith quickly obeyed, desperate to be good and most of get more of the cock she loved.

Faith’s bare shoulder had barely touched the table’s cold, unyielding metallic surface when the Iowan grabbed her top leg and yanked it up. Then his cock was at her cunny entrance, her pussy rippling and widening as he tunnelled relentlessly into her, her twat squeezing and flexing around the intruding member, making the Iwoan groan in continual pleasure. “Oh yesssss,” Faith moaned with delight. A half-second later and Ethan took her ass. “So gooooood,” she whimpered as her tiny anus spread before its phallic invader, slowly but remorselessly working deep into her. “Oh you’re taking me, fucccccccccccccck!”

The two Watchers thrust in and out of their well-trained pet, working in perfect unison. Both Watchers pumped at the wailing, groaning brunette, her body shaking and quivering under their dual attack. “Oh yessssssssssssssssssss.” Her curvy frame bucked, sweat flying off her as she babbled and shrieked her pleasure. “Fuccccccccccccccck.”

Suddenly a third man walked in. “Ah Graham,” Ethan grunted as he pulled out of her, anal ring clinging to his cock. “Perhaps you’ve got something for this fine lass.”

In seconds the man had walked over to her head. Graham Miller whipped out his cock and shoved it at her face. The sexy brunette quickly swallowed it, the moment she had the cock in her mouth, Faith got to work giving the lucky man the best blow-job of his life, sucking, slurping, and licking for all she was worth. The trio’s hands were all over the naked beauty, pawing every sexy inch as the full-bodied Slayer writhed and wriggled in uncontrollable arousal. “Bloody hell,” Ethan snorted, “it doesn’t take much to get this slag’s clothes off does it?”

“She’s just a worthless tramp,” Riley laughed and looked down at her. “Well not completely useless.” Her slutty body was soon over-heating with passion, sweat beading off her, hair whipping from side to side, and eyes glazed with ecstasy. Ethan reached over to grab and twist her clit.

The sultry Slayer went wild, body bucking around the cocks inside her, her pussy and anus spasming around the rods working inside her. Even as her juices pooled out, slicking down her legs and onto the table, the three men came inside her, filling her with their replacement fluids.

For a moment there was nothing but panting. The air was thick with sex and sweat, but the three Faith hungry men were far from finished with the brunette bombshell. Graham laughed. “I’ve never cum so much as I just did from her mouth. A man could die from dehydration from fucking this bitch!”

Ethan smiled. “Yes, she does tend to drain a man of his bodily fluids. Lt. get on the ground.”

As Graham lay on the ground Ethan and Riley picked up the glistening Slayer by her tiny waist. The busty beauty quickly spread her legs as the two men eased her onto Graham’s waiting hard-on. “Oooh.” The ebony-eyed temptress moaned, her thick mane trickling down her naked shoulders as her tight twat parted around the soldier’s thick cock, her pussy gripping snugly around it. The soldier rubbed his palms up and down her smooth thighs, enjoying the unsurpassable joy of having his cock jammed deep into the submissive seductress’ velvety depths.

The moment the cock was fully impaling the lithe Slayer, the two men holding her released their grips on her tiny waist and moved into new positions. Ethan grabbed a hold of her pendulous breasts, cupping them in his obviously expert hands and while thumbing at her nipples also shoving his cock in her face. “Open those luscious lips, love.”

“Yes sir.” Faith quickly complied, allowing the purple-headed monster access to her mouth, loving the mingled taste of her own pussy and ass on it, her nostrils filling with her own sexy scent. She engulfed it in one effortless sweep, not stopping until her rosy-red lips hit pubic hear, salvia tumbling out of her mouth as she lavished the cock with licks, the air filling with her contented gurgling.

At the same time the eager-to-please Slayer started guzzling cock, Riley knelt behind her and splayed her sinfully-rounded ass, placing his bulbous end at her rear entrance. Faith moaned around Ethan’s cock as Riley’s thick dick barrelled its way past her sphincter and right up her tiny shit-hole.

The sultry Slayer’s jet black mane danced as she bobbed her head up and down Ethan’s prick, her hips thrusting up and down on the cocks inside her lower holes, the friction continually building, the cocks running together, separated by only a thin membrane.
The sound of her gurgling and the three men’s grunts filled the air as they unmercifully used her, thrust in and out of the panting, moaning slut. “Aaaaa!” Her oral talents ensured Ethan came first, his jism streaming down her eager to take it throat and dribbling out of the sides of her mouth. “Hell of a mouth, Private Toy,” the Englishman gave her tits a final gentle squeeze before releasing them and stumbling back.

”Yes.” Riley roughly grabbed her well-rounded hips, but that was five by five she deserved to be roughly treated, and leant forward. Faith whimpered as the soldier’s teeth sunk into her creamy-white shoulder as he speeded up, his hard body rubbing against her softer frame. “Oh god!” The soldier slid his hands up her rib-cage and grabbed her jugs, pulling her up and down by them, hands pulling painfully on her chest as he squeezed deeply. “Yessss!” the soldier grunted as he came inside her. “What a ride!” the Iowan crowed as he withdrew from her ass with a pop.

Now freed of the other two men, Faith picked up the speed. Her full breasts jumped, glossy locks swinging from side to side as sweat flew off her curvy body. “Oooo! Oooo! Ooooo!” Faith screamed herself hoarse as the friction increased. “Jesus!” Her arousal increased as Graham grabbed her clit and yanked on it as if he was trying to pull it out. “Fuccccck!” The man beneath her thrust his hips up, pistoning into her rapidly flexing twat, juices waterfalling out as he shot up into her. “Oooo! Yesssssssss!” Her shaking body convulsing with pleasure, the Slayer slumped forward on top of her companion, her body trembling as the man took the opportunity to squeeze and tug on her down-hanging hooters. “That’s right! Use my tits! Fuccccccccccck!”

Eventually the man spoke. “Lie on your back, I want to fuck your tits.”

“Yes sir,” Faith moved into position, noting the other two men appeared to have finished with her, and were in fact celebrating her screwing with a bottle of beer each. The moment she was in position, the soldier straddled her tiny midriff, his heavy weight baring down on her as he placed his cock between her fleshy mounds and wrapped them around it, his hairy balls tickling her smooth skin.

“Oh yes,” the man groaned as he started fucking her tits. Eyes closed, he slid his shaft up the submissive Slayer’s deep cleavage, crotch pressing against her fleshy underside. The moment the prick burst out of the top of her cleavage, Faith stuck out her tongue and delicately licked his piss-slit, the man shivering in response. “Goddddd.”

And so it continued, the man taking his time, ponderously fucking her tits, enjoying both the sensation and his domination of the alluring yet totally submissive brunette. For her part Faith was just happy to be serving her owners’ friends again, it gave her purpose to her otherwise worthless life. “Yes,” the man speeded up as his climax approached, breath coming in pants and his hands pressing down on her chest, crushing her as he leaned down. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” The man let out a roar as he came, his cum splattering her face as it jetted out.

After a few more pants, the man climbed off. “Not bad at all,” Ethan spoke. “Get your gear and go, luv.”

”Yes sir,” Faith carefully wiped the cum off her face and licked it off her hands, careful not to miss a drop before rising and walking out, her clothes under her arm. “Thank you sirs.”