Breaking Faith

Naming A Pet

“Rise and shine!”

Faith’s heart shrivelled as she registered her sweat-slicked, cum-stained body and smelt the pee on her. It wasn’t a dream, she was Red’s bitch.

Her owner unlocked her cage door. “Out.” The red-head ordered. After a second the busty brunette obeyed and started to stand. “Hands and knees.” Cheeks burning, Faith got into position. Willow patted the Bostonian temptress on her head as she picked up her chain leash. “Good girl. Follow.”

Faith obidently trailed after the witch, following outside to a small backyard. “Over there.” Willow pointed to the far wall. Faith crawled over to the gestured spot. The curvy beauty watched as the red-head filled a bucket full of cold water and threw it at her.

“Jesus!” Faith shuddered as the icy water hit her full on, drenching her, water rolling down her neck, back, and into her ass. Faith fought her rebellious nature to stay on her hands and knees on the cold concrete, body shivering. “Good girl,” the witch praised as she dumped another bucket on top of her.

Faith managed to stop her teeth chattering for long enough to speak. “Wwwwhere aaaam I?”

“Roll over, there’s a good girl,” Willow ordered. Faith rolled onto her back, her back and ass pimpling on contact with the cold stone, her knees bent, the back of her heels resting against her perfect posterior. The red-head smiled before pouring a full bucket on her captive. The curvy Bostonian gasped as the ice cold water hit her, pliant breasts jumping, stomach undulating, and pussy sloshing. “You are a good girl. Now sit up on your haunches.” Faith obeyed. Her captor patted her on her head before lovingly and thoroughly towelling her down, drying every submissive inch but predictably lingering on her tits, legs, and ass. Once she’d finished, the witch took hold of Faith’s leash. “Heel.”

Faith followed her owner inside and into a lounge with matching cream furniture and wallpaper. “Where is this place?” Faith queried. Maybe if she found out where she was she’d have more a chance of escaping her nutso captor.

Willow smirked before sitting on the couch and motioning for the curvy beauty to kneel in front of her. Faith obeyed, shivering slightly when her tormenter began to languidly stroke her bald pussy with one foot while caressing her perky hooters with the other. “Don’t worry,” the red-head explained. “This place is cocooned in a magic bubble. Everyone thinks I live with Buffy. Everyone who tries to enter or exit this house without permission will feel very, very sick.”

“Now to the rules.” Willow bit her bottom lip. “First, you call me Mistress. What shall we call you?” A thoughtful look on her face, the witch stood and walked around Faith. “On your hands and knees.” Faith dropped into the required position.

”I’m thinking you should be named after some part of your body.” The curvy sex-slave shivered at the feel of Red running a warm palm down her back. “Your skin’s so smooth. Smooth. No that doesn’t work.” Willow began to knead the Slayer’s bubble-butt, fingers pinching and stroking the flawless ass. “You have a perfect butt, so round and firm. But ‘Butt’ doesn’t work either. Roll over, there’s a good pet.”

“Yes Mistress,” Faith quietly obeyed.

Willow prised Faith’s legs apart with her foot before kneeling between her spread legs. The big-titted slut moaned when the witch trailed soft kisses up the inside of her left calf and thigh. Faith threw her head back and moaned again when the witch slid a finger up and down her tight pussy lips. “You have very nice legs. Muscular yet shapely, but they’re not your distinguishing feature.”

Red’s hands slid over the sexy Slayer’s taut stomach and up to her ample chest. Faith wriggled powerlessly when the witch began her breast examination, her fingers expertly squeezing her breasts, thumbs rubbing at her nipples. The witch smirked down from her position straddling the Slayer’s trim stomach before running her tongue between her deep breast valley, Faith shivering at the sensation. “You have great tits, long nipples too. ‘Jugs’ doesn’t have the right class though, you’re owned by a woman of substance, not whoring in the spare room of a biker bar anymore.”

The witch stood, took hold of the curvy beauty’s naked shoulders and pulled her up to her haunches. The red-head ran a finger down her before sliding it into her mouth. Faith hesitated before beginning to suckle on the finger, tongue swirling around the digit. “Good girl,” Willow purred as she ran her left hand down Faith’s right breast and began tickling the underside. “You have such a beautiful face, an alluring mouth, and soft eyes. But,” Willow pulled her finger out of the east coast temptress’ mouth, “I’ve decided.” Willow began to stroke her hair. “Seeing as you’re my play-thing, your name should be Toy.”

Realising Willow was looking down expectantly, Faith spoke tentatively. “Toy sounds real good, Mistress.”

“Wonderful!” Willow beamed. “Now,” the red-head dropped back onto the sofa. “Hands and knees please.” Faith obeyed and was surprised when the witch placed her feet on the lithe brunette’s back, using her as a foot-rest. “When you arrived in Sunnydale I wanted you at once. You were so lush, so deliciously wanton.” Red giggled. “Oh the dreams I had about making you my bitch. But now, I get to make them come true.”

Faith swallowed at the promised terrors. “But first the other rules. One, you must never speak unless spoken to. Two, no clothes unless I dress you. Three, you can’t stand without permission. Four, you have a bowl and saucer to eat and drink out of, but don’t worry.” Willow leaned forward and patted her head. “You’ll have a tip-top diet, I don’t want you losing that slutty body of yours. Speaking of which,” the witch paused. “I just put in a gym in the basement. I expect you to workout daily. Five, whenever I enter a room you must move onto your haunches, look down, and place your hands on your knees. Six, when you’re not sharing my bed, you sleep in your cage. Seven, first thing in the morning, you get your disciplining. Which reminds me.” The feet were lifted from the sultry beauty back. “Follow me.” Faith took a breath before following the crazy red-head through into the witch’s bed-room.

The bed-chamber was completely and utterly black, the walls, the satin sheets, even the furniture. “On your haunches,” Red turned to face her, a terrifying glint in the witch’s emerald eyes. “Hands clasped behind your head and hips pulled back, Toy.”

For a second Faith thought about resisting but then she remembered Red’s power and obeyed. “Good girl.” Her nipples tingled when the wicca stroked them with the tip of a magically-appeared riding crop. Then the witch’s arm went back and then flew forward to crack against her tits.

CRACK!

”Aggggg!” Faith screamed as pain shot through her magnificent mammaries, the blow leaving a red stripe across them. Red laughed before spending the next minute or so whipping the hell out of Faith’s dial-a-phone nipples, swelling them to almost twice their normal size..

The witch suddenly changed focus, a quick underhand swing striking the boobs’ fleshy underside.

CRACK!

“Jesus!” Faith screeched even as the witch laughed, Faith’s firm jugs bouncing up. As they descended Willow hit the underside, bouncing them back up. After a few more strikes, Willow changed tact again.

CRACK!

“Ahhhh!” Faith squealed as the witch brought the crop down on the top of her tits, and started beating the hell out of them.

CRACK!

”OOOOOH!” Faith groaned as the witch began alternating between the outside of her right and left breasts.

Faith moaned in relief when the witch’s riding crop disappeared, her round globes a blazing mess of welted pain. “Bend over, bring your knees up into your titties and press your face into the carpet.”

Faith shook her head. “Please no.”

Faith’s plea was interrupted by the sudden reappearance of the riding crop and the said implement smashing into her mouth. “DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!” screamed the witch.

”Yes Mistress,” Faith mumbled, blood in her mouth as she assumed the position. She squirmed in helpless arousal when the red-head ran her soft palms over her well-rounded butt.

“Oh,” the witch purred. “You like this you dirty white trash.” The wicca continued to squeeze and caress her sinfully-shaped globes before starting to kiss them. “Trailer park slut.”

“Oooooh.” Faith whimpered when Willow splayed her ass cheeks and stuck her face inbetween them. Faith could feel the red-head’s nose pressing against her lower back and her tongue swirling around her crevice, flicking at her rosebud anus, stabbing it. “Oh god,” she whispered.

The witch suddenly pulled her head out. “Got you going did I?” Faith whined then stiffened at the feel of a studded paddle stroking her rounded globes. The spanking gradually increased in ferocity until sweat was dripping off Faith’s curved frame as her ass burnt.

Suddenly the witch stopped. For a few seconds the only sound was Faith’s pained grunts and whimpers. Then Willow spoke. “On your back, legs spread.”

Faith gulped at Willow’s order. She knew what was coming next but she also knew that resisting would make it worse. Grunting in pain, she got into the assigned position, glancing down piteously at her slit. She looked up beseechingly at the witch,.

Willow grinned before stroking the beautiful Slayer’s bald snatch with the nine strands of her cat of nine tails, tracing it lazily across the puffy lips. “I know you Toy, what a wanton little bitch you are, but you need to understand who owns you.”

Willow raised her hand bringing the whip down hard between Faith’s outstretched legs. “OWWWWWW!” Faith saw stars as the merciless beating continued. The witch’s pin-point accuracy turned her clit purple and swelled it up to more than twice its normal size, and covered her pretty pussy with welts.

Eventually the witch stopped. “Good girl.” Willow praised. “I think you’ve learnt today’s lesson.”

Faith nodded dutifully. “Yes Mistress.”