The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

27. Thanks to Oric13 for the idea

“Now let’s get you ready for this party.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh.” Faith nodded meekly when the middle-aged educator walked down the stairs. Last week Mrs. Summers had won the Mayoral election in a very predictable landslide, causing not only hectic preparations for her swearing in and inauguration party, but also a 72 hour marathon celebratory fuck that had her kept in the dungeon and servicing a long line of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Now that was over, there was only the inauguration party to endure. The others had already set off, leaving her, Mrs. Walsh, and Mrs. Summers behind, and Faith to wonder just what surprises her Mistress had in mind for her.

“Put these on.” The tutor passed her a pair of knee-high high-heeled black PVC boots.

“Yes Mistress,” Faith hurriedly slipped her legs into the boots and zipped them up, admiring the way they clung to her curved calves.

“Good girl.” Mrs. Walsh placed some objects on the coffee table, Faith’s eyes widening as she recognised most but not all of them. “To get us to City Hall we’ll need transport and the girls have already taken the car, but I’m sure you’ll be a more adequate replacement.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh,” the sultry Slayer bit her bottom lip, nervousness filling her at the thought of questioning her better but plunging on, “won’t people notice me out in the middle of the day?”

“Silly little pet.” Mrs. Walsh patted her slave on the head. “Willow’s just expanded her glamour spell so no-body will think the least about you galloping through Sunnydale completely nude. They’ll just enjoy the hot sight, there’s no problem at all.” Mrs. Walsh giggled. “Why they’ll probably praise Mayor Summers for being environmentally friendly!”

“Great,” Faith forced a weak smile. It might not seem odd to all the people who saw her, but they sure as hell still enjoyed laughing, pointing, jeering, and pawing at her, and it was still degrading as hell for her even after all these months since her breaking.

“Now that’s settled.” Mrs. Walsh picked up a pair of silver bells and hung them from Faith’s steel nipple rings. “Oh my,” the middle-aged woman giggled as she tugged on the bells, laughing as they tinkled and Faith squirmed as the heavy weight pulled on her sensitive nipples, forcing them to jut out even further than normal, “what a lovely decoration.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh,” Faith gasped as her heart fluttered, “thank you Mrs. Walsh.”

“Such a good girl.” Walsh slid her hands down Faith’s svelte flanks to grip the Slayer’s smooth-skinned, curved hips then slid her fingers across the Slayer’s flat belly.

“Ohhhh,” Faith moaned as Mrs. Walsh attached a gold bell to her clit ring, the heavy weight pulling on her pleasure button as the educator tinkled it. Her legs shook with pleasure.

“Don’t worry dear,” Mrs. Walsh murmured as she guided Faith over to the sofa then gently pushed the smooth-skinned lovely down on her back before pushing Faith’s legs apart with her knee, an oddly kind look on her face. “Joyce was most insistent you enjoy our journey too.”

“Oooooh,” Faith’s silken hips arched as the older woman bent her head and began rooting between Faith’s legs, prising her ringed lips apart. “Yes, yes,” Faith panted as the older woman pulled out an egg-shaped vibrator and turned it on, the love-egg shuddering erotically in the woman’s hand.

“Do you want this Faith?” Walsh teased, her free hand rubbing at the squirming Slayer’s generous love-mounds, squashing her left tit down flat. “Are we having a good time, dear?”

“Yesss, yesssss, yessss. Please, please,” Faith pleaded. “Stick that egg in my pussy!”

Mrs. Walsh smirked. “Will you be my dirty little slut, will you be this middle-aged woman’s under-aged teen slave?”

Faith nodded eagerly, desperate for the egg. “Yes, yes. I love being your bitch, Mrs. Walsh, please, please, let me be your cunt!”

“Oooooh,” Faith groaned as the merrily-laughing educator knelt on the sofa between the Slayer’s lewdly spread legs. Walsh placed the still vibrating egg on the Slayer’s belly, every shudder sending pleasurable pulses humming through her quivering mid-section. “Yes, yes.” The Slayer’s moans intensified as the teacher began playfully tugging on the rings attached to her labia lips, her other palm resting on the egg and teasingly rolling around the Slayer’s trim tummy. “Ohhh, ohhh.” Her hips arched, sunk, and rose again as sweat beaded on her nubile frame, her breath coming in short pants. “Goddddd.”

“You like your little piercings don’t you?” Walsh muttered as she picked up the egg and pushed it into Faith’s now slicked entrance. “Make you feel like a special little whore do they?” The college tutor grunted as the egg got stuck, humming tantalising against the Slayer’s swollen vulva.

“Oooooh!” The Slayer’s ass rose up as her owner twisted the egg around in her entrance. “Please, please, please,” the dark-eyed Slayer’s full lips parted in a pant. “Oh, oh. It feels good.” The moment the Bostonian brunette’s firm tushy was swinging in the air, Walsh laughed lightly before running her fingers up and down the Slayer’s engorged lips, enjoying her slut’s whispered pleas, then continuing twisting the egg one way and then the other, forcing it deeper and deeper with each twist as the tutor stretched her cunt. “Ooooh,” Faith groaned, sinking back to the sofa when the egg finally popped inside her, her pussy squeezing happily around the pleasure toy as every internal nerve tingling with ecstasy as the egg vibrated within her. “Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhh.”

“And now to keep it in place.” Mrs. Walsh produced a small steel padlock. “Try and hold still dear.” Faith gasped but obeyed as Mrs. Walsh grabbed her nether lips and squeezed them together, her twat forced to tighten around the pleasure toy inside her, then hooked the padlock through the rings of both cunt lips and deftly locked it in place. “There, that should hold you!”

“Thank you,” Faith panted, sweat sheening on her naked frame, “Mrs. Walsh.”

Mrs. Walsh beamed at her, the older woman clearly enjoying every moment of her domination of the sleek-limbed ingénue. “Uhhhh, ahhh, yessss.” Faith moaned happily and shivered with delight when the middle-aged woman lowered her head and slowly ran her tongue up the perspiration leaking down the Slayer’s deep cleavage.

“You’re welcome dear.” Joyce’s former sorority sister slapped her under-age bitch on the ass. “Now up on your hands and knees darling, ass in the air, there’s a good girl.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh.” Faith quickly rolled up onto her hands and knees, shoving her pert posterior up at the ceiling and hooters dangling down, the bells tinkling tauntingly with every sensual movement, and the egg humming insistently inside of her.

“My,” Faith moaned as the middle-aged woman stroked her fingers up the Slayer’s lissom back, “you are a treat and no mistake.” The woman savoured her dominance over the sexy Slayer meekly holding herself on show before her, reaching under her to squeeze and pull on her left tit like a farmer milking her cow. “That feel good, girl?”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh,” Faith timidly replied. “Thank you for paying me all this attention.”

“You’re more than welcome dear.” Walsh replied before turning and picking up an eight inch long and three inch thick butt plug with a long tail on it. “Do you see this hair Faith?”

“Yesssss,” the Slayer moaned as the egg buzzed inside her and Mrs. Walsh stroked the plug’s hair up and down her back and then across her shoulders. Her legs shook with pleasure and belly cramped as her pussy fluttered. “I see it Mrs. Walsh.” The hair was dark, long, and thick, smelt somehow musky, and felt ohhhhhh so soft as Mrs. Walsh trailed it up and down her wildly twitching back. “It feels so good, Mrs. Walsh.”

“It was a donation from Cordelia,” Mrs. Walsh laughed as she continued to languidly caress Faith’s trembling back with plug’s tail, “well from the mane of Cordelia’s horse to be exact. We’ll have to introduce the two of you some time, I’m sure you’ll have fun together.”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh.” Faith nodded timidly.

“Good girl.” The tutor knelt on the couch behind the brunette’s upraised ass. Faith trembled with desire as the woman close to three times her age first rubbed her wrinkled hands up and down the Slayer’s smooth-skinned, rounded butt before squeezing then relaxing and then squeezing again. “Ohhhh,” Mrs. Walsh moaned, “your ass feels divine.”

“Ahhhhh.” Faith groaned in her throat, her fleshy buttocks pimpling when the teacher grabbed her left buttock and pulled it to one side. “Oooooh,” Faith squeezed hard onto the sofa cushion beneath her, teeth gritted as Mrs. Walsh placed the plug’s tip between her separated buttocks and began twisting and pushing the substantial plug into her, anal nerves inflaming at the slightest touch, relentlessly forcing it deeper and deeper into her tightest hole. “Goddddd.” Faith whimpered as once again she was anally fucked without the luxury of the lubrication.

“Oooooh,” Faith shook as her first of probably many climaxes today crashed over her, heat filling her throbbing crotch, pleasure swamping her. “Yes, oh yes.”

Mrs. Walsh reached under her bitch and gave Faith’s left titty an affectionate squeeze, tugging with what was for her a rare gentleness on the dangling hooter. “Are you finished dear?”

“Yes Mrs. Walsh,” the Slayer groaned, sweat dripping off her. “But I’m having a wicked fun time with you.” Faith had learnt the more you praised Ms. Walsh, no matter how humiliating or degrading her treatment, the less likely she was to turn nasty.

“Good girl.” Mrs. Walsh continued twisting the substantial plug into her ass even as Faith’s pussy started to pulse again. The Slayer moaned as she struggled to accommodate the sex toy being forced into her anus. “Half way there dear, push that behind up.” Mrs. Walsh nodded as the Slayer wordlessly obeyed. “Good girl.” The Slayer panted and whimpered as the educator remorselessly forced the thick plug deeper and deeper into her narrowest opening, the Slayer wordlessly taking it like the well-trained slave she was. “Nearly there, you’re doing so well.” Mrs. Walsh soothed as she rotated the butt plug deeper and deeper, the sexy brunette’s anus gripping tightly to the invading object, every anal nerve inflaming as she took it, pleasure and pain surging through Faith. “Good girl.” Mrs. Walsh slapped her ass, her cheek jiggling as the plug finally bottomed out. “Now up with you.”

Faith stood on slightly shaky legs, the plug’s horse hair hanging all the way down to her knees. “Oh you look a picture,” Walsh chuckled before picking up a plastic bit-gag that was about two inches high and four thick. “Open wide.” The Slayer obeyed, the teacher quickly slid the gag inbetween Faith’s heart-shaped lips and deftly tied it in position behind Faith’s lips. “Now bite down.”

“NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith’s eyes widened as she obeyed, a horse’s ‘neigh’ erupting from her mouth.

Walsh laughed again. “It’s an invention of Willow, you bite down on the gag and a battery operated microphone inside it is activated, replaying a horse’s neigh. It’s hilarious.” Walsh picked up a silver necklace with a hollowed out heart beneath the word ‘Cunt’ and hung it around Faith’s neck, fastening it at the back. “Every horsey needs a name, and yours is ‘Cunt’,” Walsh announced as she picked up a headband with a garishly coloured feathered plume and placed it on top of her head. “Perfect, just perfect.” The middle-aged woman picked up a digital camera and took a picture. “We need plenty of photos to commentate this important day in this house don’t you agree dear?”

“NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith bit down on her gag as she nodded.

“Good now hands and knees, Cunt.” The camera flashed as Faith obeyed. “Stay in that position, but look over your shoulder and push that ass up.” The camera flashed. “Good girl.” Mrs. Walsh walked around to the front and pulled her to her feet. “Come dear.” Faith’s eyes widened as Mrs. Walsh took her by her hand, pulled her to her feet, and led her outside the house and into the street where a two-wheeled, two-seater cart with a yoke attached to its front. Faith stood at the front of the cart and tamely allowed the educator to attach her to the cart. First the Slayer raised her hands until they were level with her shoulders and allowed Mrs. Walsh to click them into the holes in the yoke, then click her neck into the hole for it, the wooden yoke resting heavy on the Slayer’s bare shoulders.

“Another photo I think.” The middle-aged woman stood in front of her practically naked slut and took a photo, then stepped around the back, and took another photo of her perfect plugged posterior. “Wiggle that ass.” Walsh cackled as she obeyed. “Side to side, up and down.” The camera flashed again and again. “My,” Walsh chuckled, “that tail looks divine, you certainly pull the look off, Cunt.”

Mrs. Walsh patted the Slayer’s bare behind. “I’m going in to get changed. Mrs. Summers and I will be out in a while, then we’ll go for a ride, dear. Don’t go anywhere.” The middle-aged tyrant’s mocking laugh rang in her ears as she went back inside, leaving the teen beauty stood in the middle of the road.

As Faith stood outside the Sunnydale residence, the slight wind pimpling her naked body and jingling the bells dangling from her ringed nipples and clit, the once rebellious Slayer thought of many of the kinky shows Ms. Summers had had her perform for the website.

The crazy night when the always sadistic and dominating Buffy had bussed six dwarves into Sunnydale for a night-long on-camera gangbang with her. She’d got a lot of cock, small cock admittedly, that night.

A membership raffle, where one male and one female subscriber got to share her for the length of a show. And man had they gone to town on her.

A demented on-location shoot where she'd made an advertised guest appearance at a LA fetish bar, been stripped almost naked by a latex-wearing Mrs. Walsh, the only exceptions being her collar which had been leashed to the bar’s beer pump and the drool-inducing ball-gag fixed between her lips, then told off for being a disobedient little puppy dog, and sat on a bar stool for a line of men and women to fuck her ass, maul her titties, and finger her cunny on camera at fifty dollars a pop.

A show where she’d spent three hours screaming as she’d been serviced by some very kinky machines made by a couple of class mates of Buffy’s.

The day she’d played a shy air stewardess being dominated and humiliated by the Cordettes on a privately hired plane.

The day the three Wiccans had had her play a novice nun being broken in by her superiors, a story which had included a very creative use of an altar, rosaries, candles, and a crucifix.

Playing a mermaid caught by a yacht crewed by several harem members complete with sailor outfits.

The day she’d played a cop caught by a gang of gal felons who’d decided they didn’t want to go quietly.

The time that Buffy had put on her lycra to instruct Faith through a naked workout in the gym climaxing by hanging her from the chin bar with her wrist straps, whipping her ass with her lifting belt and fucking her with a barbell.

Also on a sports related theme, Mrs. Summers had once hired Sunnydale Sports for a shoot, having Faith use sports equipment on herself while naked.

Then there was the show where Tara had had her fuck both her ass and pussy with a variety of kitchen implements and garden tools.

Man, Mrs. Summers was one depraved bitch and she loved her kink.

“Wow, is that the babe who lives with the Summers?”

“The kinky one whose always running around naked or wearing sexy outfits?”

“Sure looks like her.”

Faith was shocked out of her memories by a group of high-pitched voices, her blood chilling as the sexy Slayer recognised the gang advancing on her as a group of Junior High boys, each of them between three to five years younger than her. “Wow, she’s even hotter close up.” Faith tried to tell the kids to fuck off, but because of the gag in her mouth it just came out as a ‘neigh’. The boys crowded around her, high-fiving one another at their luck.

“Look at the way her body gleams with sweat, god she’s so hot.”

“We can’t touch her can we?” One bespectacled boy reached out a tentative hand to squeeze her left tit then pulled back, a blush covering his pimply cheeks.

Another kid, probably the oldest to judge from his height advantage over the others shook his head. “She wouldn’t be out here naked with her hands restrained if she wasn’t meant to be touched.” The boy peered behind her at the teen beauty’s ripe ass. “Wow, she’s got a tail.”

“NEIGH!” Faith squealed as she bit down on the gag when one grubby hand grabbed her butt plug and twisted it in her ass, crotch arching at the pain that speared through her, all her bells jingling as her curvy body shook to the sensations.

The boy’s first touch broke the dam, soon the others were crowding around. Faith shook and neighed as the boys squeezed her tits, probably the finest rack they’d ever fondle, and laughingly slapped the perkiest posterior they’d ever get a hand on hard enough to leave glowing hand prints. “NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith squealed, her dark eyes bulging when three boys each grabbed and pulled on a bell, fire flaming through her nipples and clit, body shaking with helpless allure. The boys roared with high-pitched laughter as the bells’ jingles filled the air. “NEIGH! NEIGH!”

“Feel how soft her skin is!” one youth ran his clammy hand down her quivering belly and onto her shapely left hip. “She feels amazing!”

“Oh my god, look she’s got a padlock on her pussy!”

Faith’s normally shameless exterior crumbled, her entire body flushing in humiliation as the even younger than her boys forced her legs apart and took turns inspecting the padlock hanging from her, her cunt lips twitching helplessly as the boys took turns experimentally pulling and twisting it, pain and pleasure rippling through her nether lips. “NEIGH! NEIGH!” Her embarrassment intensified as the vibrating egg inside her forced her to climax, juices slipping out from her locked cunny to slide down her slender thighs.

“I can just get about a finger inside her,” one boy managed to probe a finger deep inside her cunt then gasped. “Wow, she feels like she’s got something lodged inside her!”

”Really, let me try!” gasped another boy. Soon each of them was forcing a finger inside her crowded cunt.

”I can’t believe a babe this hot is such a slut!” laughed the fat geeky looking one.

”You can’t!” another nerdy chess-club type giggled. “Why not she’s always running around town naked or on a lead from one of that gang who own her!”

”Oh yeah, she might be a babe, but she’s definitely a whore,” agreed a third.

“Wow,” one of the boys reached out to scoop out some of the cum trailing down the Slayer’s sleekly muscled inner-thigh and raise an experimental finger to his mouth, tentatively licking at her juices, “tastes good!”

“Let me! Let me!”

Faith was helpless to do anything but stand with her legs apart as each of the kids stuck a finger between her legs and got a taste of her cum. “Children! Children!” Mrs. Summers and Mrs. Walsh came out of the house, the new Mayor and Deputy Mayor both dressed in trouser suits. “Are you making new friends Faith?” Mrs. Summers grinned at her before looking towards the suddenly chastened boys. “Faith has somewhere to be now boys, but if you run along, I promise to get Faith’s saddle out and let you all have a turn riding her around the back garden next weekend, okay?”

“That sounds great ma’am!” one of the boys said before shooting the sexy Slayer a covetous look and backing away, his friends quickly following suit, laughing and comparing notes as they rushed away.

“NEIGH!” Faith squealed, her back arching as Mrs. Walsh brought the riding crop down on her ass.

“Corrupting those impressionable children, you should be disgusted with yourself,” Walsh scolded as she opened the cart’s door and followed Mrs. Summers in getting inside, Faith bracing herself as she took the women’s combined weight in addition to the cart on her back. The riding crop lashed against her shoulders. “What are you waiting for, Cunt?”

Faith would have nodded but for the yoke restraining her neck. Instead she lifted her legs and began dragging the heavy cart forward, sweat instantaneously springing out on her body with the first step. The wheels creaked as the naked pony-girl huffed and puffed, struggling to build up a momentum, the hairs of her butt-plug swinging from side to side and brushing against her sensually curved hamstrings with every torturous step.

“Move it girl!” Walsh’s crop striped against the Slayer’s lithely muscled lower back.

“Yes,” Mrs. Summers cackled. “Don’t dilly dally, Cunt! We have a celebratory reception at City Hall to get to!”

The bells jingled and tugged with every motion, the effort of pulling the full cart making sweat pour down the Slayer’s curvy body and her breath come in desperate wheezes, rounded bosom rising and falling as she struggled for air. Her calves and lower back ached with the effort of pulling the cart, her discomfort only increased by the riding crop’s painful lashes. The only pleasure Faith got was from the humming love egg inside her, the Slayer staggering drunkenly for a few steps each time she came, her course only righted by Mrs. Walsh’s furious strikes to her back and lashes.
Not that the crowd lining Sunnydale’s streets for the procession cared. They only cared about how damn hot the fuckable piece of ass looked as she wobbled and jiggled through the town’s streets, cheers and comments about how environmentally friendly Mrs. Summers’ chosen mode of transport were as Mrs. Walsh predicted filling the air.

Sunnydale’s hills were the worse, even the slightest slopes considerably increasing Faith’s discomfort, her sticky with cum and sweat body trembling with the effort as her lungs burnt for air, her tail whipping from side to side with every jiggly step. Faith’s shoulders, lower back, and calves cramped as she toiled, her bells jingling ringing in her ears even above the lewd cries of the crowd. “My,” Mrs. Walsh purred as she brought the crop down on Faith’s right shoulder, “it is a pleasant day for a ride.”

“And look at all these people,” Mrs. Summers giggled. “They are happy to see their new Mayor.”

“Well of course they are,” Walsh smiled. “It’s the start of a brand new age for Sunnydale.”

Dewy perspiration gleamed on the naked beauty’s body as she ran with none of her usual athletic grace. Instead she sprinted with a ragged, almost drunken gait, her round, pert tits and ass wobbling sexily with every stride. Every ragged breath that escaped made her even more giddy from a lack of oxygen and the ecstasy crashing through her from the blissful throbbing between her legs. With every step the weariness increased but as did the pleasure building within her.

Sweat beaded into the Slayer beauty’s dark eyes as she came, cunt juices dribbling down her cramping thighs as she staggered and gasped, lungs burning as if on fire as she gulped in as much air as her gag would allow. “NEIGH! NEIGH!” Her jaws ached with the effort of holding the gag in place, but that was nothing next to the discomfort from the heavy bells hanging from her high, round boobs, tugging incessantly on her nipples. In fact there probably wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t hurt like hell, even the humiliation was unimportant next to the pain.

“STAY ON COURSE CUNT!”

“NEIGH! NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith squealed in protest as Mrs. Walsh caught her pony with three quick lashes to her already welted shoulders while Mrs. Summers waved to the cheering voters. Gathering herself, Faith forced her weary legs to continue taking one step after another.

“KNEES HIGHER CUNT!”

“NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith wailed into her gag as Mrs. Walsh cracked her crop into Faith’s deep-cheeked ass. Faith groaned as she pushed her knees higher, lifting them up to her heaving, sweat-soaked chest as she forced herself to run faster, the sound of her swinging bells tinkling now lost in the crowd’s roars. Perspiration rivered down the Slayer’s sensual curves and her muscles cramped as her pussy throbbed and pulsed, juices dripping out as photo after photo of was taken of the near-naked beauty.
Faith panted and neighed with relief as the city hall’s worn stone steps came into effort-blurred view. The Slayer came to a weary stop in front of them and would have bent over to take the pressure off her aching lower back and massage her cramping calves, she couldn’t care less about the watching crowd getting an eyeful of her butt-plugged ass, but the yoke around her neck and restraining her hands held her in place.

“Mommy! Auntie Maggie!” Buffy tittered as she rushed down the steps, the blonde’s high heels clicking on the stone. The older Slayer was dressed in a sequined lycra mini-dress that stuck to her like glue, running down to mid-thigh level, was backless, and cut down in v at the front that ended just below her cleavage. The dresses had been presents bought by Mrs. Walsh for each of the harem girls to celebrate Mrs. Summers’ ascension to the office of Mayor. “I love my dress!”

Buffy launched herself at Mrs. Walsh, grabbing the older woman behind the neck and pressing her lips to the tutor’s, the Sunnydaler shamelessly hooking her right leg around the older woman’s waist as she erotically ground her body against the suited woman. “Hello horsey,” Cordelia purred as the lead cheerleader and Willow followed Buffy down the steps.

“NEIGH! NEIGH!” Faith moaned into her gag as the head Cordette tugged on each nipple bell in turn.

“Girls, please release Faith from her restraints and get that gear off her for me,” Mrs. Summers said.

It might have been worded as a request, but the two harem members knew better than to refuse an appeal from their Mistress. In seconds the sexy Slayer was completely naked apart from her boots and the necklace around her neck, the bells and other equipment neatly packed away for the journey back home.

“Excellent,” Mrs. Summers beamed. “Now we’re all rea-.”

“OWWWWW!” Faith shrieked and leapt into the air when razor-like pain cut deep into her high butt, her hands shooting behind her to grip her blazing behind. “FUCK!”

“Faith, language.” Mrs. Walsh remonstrated before ripping the riding crop out of a giggling Cordelia’s hands. “And you young lady should know better.”

“I’m sorry,” Cordy laughed. “But I had to try it!”

“Yes, but there’s a time and a place for such frivolities, and this isn’t it,” Mrs. Summers reproved before looking towards Faith. “You get up those steps and don’t be causing any more trouble.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.” Hands still rubbing her aching ass, Faith hurried up the steps, the others following behind.

Detective Stein smirked as she reached the top, the police officer on duty at the city hall doors. “Hello Faith.”

“Hello sir.” The Slayer moaned deep in her throat as the officer pushed her against the wall and gave her a quick but thorough body search, his hands pawing at her sweat-drenched body.

“No weapons, Detective?” Mrs. Walsh asked.

“No Deputy Mayor.” Stein gave Faith’s tits an extra squeeze and twist before releasing them.

“In that case,” Faith grunted when Buffy grabbed her mane and pulled her through the city hall’s double doors, “we have a party to go to!”

The city hall’s marble-floored reception area had been turned into a debauched party area, long tables set in an U and filled with food, the harem girls rushing around with trays serving drinks to the celebrants. Ms. Morgan from Wolfram & Hart was there, together with her boss, Mr. Manners who’d become a frequent user of the harem bitch. Then there were the Sunnydale dignitaries, the Town Council members, Principal Snyder, the Judge and the District Attorney, and the local Business Women’s Association. Then there were the demons, Anya’s former boss, D’Hoffryn, who had an agreement with Mrs. Summers regarding the use of the tamed Slayer in return for him not going after Anya, a grungy looking mage called Rack, a singing demon called Sweet, another demon who had the head of a shark called Teeth, who ironically really liked head, and several demons who were called the Circle Of The Black Thorn. All these powerful demons had used the beautiful Slayer on at least one occasion, sometimes alone and sometimes in groups. Demons were lining up to use a human that was young, willing, and beautiful, and had the notoriety of being a Slayer with all the flexibility and durability advantages that entailed. Beat her black and blue, fuck her senseless, torture and degrade her all night long, and in just a few hours she was back for more.

Principal Snyder rose, wine sloshing in his golden goblet. “A toast for the new Mayor of Sunnydale and future governor of California!”

A/N: And next, the cleberity-starring grand finale!