Ship of Fools

The teenager sitting at the table fingered the recently inflicted bruise. For a millisecond she flinched and then, as if aware, that the Detective Kate Lockley was looking at her through the one way glass her expression became impassive. The chains around her wrists stopped her movements as she tried to put her hands in her lap, instead she rested them on the table. Kate shut her file and opened the door, “Hello Faith,” she said brightly.

Faith Lehane looked up at her, “I wasn’t aware that we lived in a police state.”

There was a shrug from Kate and pulling a chair away from table she sat down, “We don’t, but certain rights are suspended for Slayers. Anyway we didn’t think you’d just come if we called.”

There was a smile from the ex-potential Slayer, “I wouldn’t,” she admitted, “and I suppose I should thank you.”

“Thank me?” asked Kate quizzically.

“Yeah, if you hadn’t busted down my door there’s no way I’d have been able to slug a couple of coppers,” Faith smiled back, “Oink, oink.

There was a moment of silence from Kate, experience had taught her a quite moment of reflection would help stop her getting riled. On the other hand, she thought, it also allowed her to savour the bruises that her colleagues had inflicted. And she smiled inwardly, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer girl. Like most people she had been no fan of the Watcher’s Council, their crimes had been too many for that, but then like everyone else she didn’t like traitors either. And Faith managed to be both an ex-employee of the Council and one who’d betrayed it.

“You know why you’re here?” asked Kate.

There was a shrug from Faith, “You liked the look of my ass?”

“They will in jail,” riposted Kate. Faith still looked at her with the faint, sardonic smile, unfazed by the threat. Seeing that she was making no headway with the threat, Kate decided to stick to the facts, “A man called Freddie Kimble was killed last night – know him?”

“Yeah,” Faith’s smile got wider and she leaned as far back in the chair as her chains would permit, “He was a shit. But then you know that…”

“That he was a shit or that you knew him?” Kate leaned forward her eyes locked onto Faith’s – looking for a chink beneath the cockiness.

There was no weakness in the Slayer’s face, just a quiet amusement, “Both I would say.”

With a sigh, Kate opened the file on her desk, she didn’t read from it, but highlighted the best bits, “Faith Lehane, born New Orleans, Mom a drunk, Dad, unknown, but probably a John. Recruited by the Watcher’s Council aged five. Secretly provided information to the Scarman Inquiry,” she looked up, “that’s where you’d have met Kimble.”

There was a shrug from Faith and Kate returned to looking down at the file, “You threatened him… after you were found out.”

Again there was a shrug from Faith, the same half-smile, as if she found the whole thing amusing – not realising that with the wrong answers she could find herself on a one-way trip to the electric chair, “My lover, Darla, had left me, the Inquiry wanted nothing to do with me, I was broke and unemployed. I was a bit pissed…”

“With drink or anger?” Kate was still reaching for a way in.

“One comes from the other,” grinned Faith.

There was a knock on the door, “Excuse me,” Kate said and stepped out.

Anyanka was standing there and next to her a face well-known from the television screens. Despite her best endeavours Kate went pale and found her stomach turning loops as Darla looked at her, licking her lips.

“Let her go,” said Anyanka.

“What?” asked Kate.

“She’s not the one. It was a fishing expedition,” the demon said, “Let her go.”

Kate shrugged and opened the door, unlocking the cuffs. For a second Darla stood in the door staring at the Slayer, Kate saw the teenager’s sardonic smile slip for a second to be replaced by anger. Then it was gone, Faith rubbed at her wrists, “Thanks – I could murder a bacon sandwich,” she gave Kate a mocking smile.

*

“In today’s news, Argentinean and Greek forces continue to suffer heavy casualties as they battle with our Gorgorthian allies to take the strategic…” Buffy switched the radio over.

“Nearly there,” said Willow and turned into the drive. Buffy looked out, a half dozen cars were already parked, girls tumbling out of them like drunks at a cask party. She had heard of Cordelia’s monthly Saturday night parties, everyone in Sunnydale High had, she had even been invited a few times, but had always found an excuse not to go. They were famous for too things – no males were ever invited and their debauchery made Caligula’s orgies seem like a children’s tea party. They certainly weren’t for virgins.

Willow opened the car door and virtually pulled her friend out, “I’m not sure…” started Buffy.

“You wanted me to set you up, Buffy,” Willow shut the car door with a slam and placed her arm through Buffy’s, “Well I have, don’t back out on me now.”

“I hope it’s not Dawn,” Buffy said dryly as her sister and Janice Penshaw got out of a car, both sixteen year olds were dressed in itsy-bitsy skirts, with fishnet tights and tops which wouldn’t have looked out of place on a porn shoot. Dawn nudged Janice, giggling and waved at her older sister before entering Cordelia’s house.

“Of course, it’s not Dawn,” Willow blushed, “I don’t think she’ll have time.”

She guided Buffy inside.

“Willow,” Cordelia rushed over and hugged the redhead in a friendly fashion, “Buffy?” her tone was more surprised, but she enveloped her fellow-cheerleader in a hug, “Want a drink?” without waiting for an answer she picked up two plastic beakers full of alcohol and passed them to Buffy and Willow.

Buffy swallowed at her drink, and coughed, “It’s vodka,” explained Cordelia, “you’re not meant to chug it down.”

Buffy wiped her eyes, “Now you tell me.”

Another guest calling Cordy saved her from a withering put-down. The brunette leant forward and kissed Buffy and Willow on their cheeks, “Ciao, enjoy yourselves, see you later,” and she skirted off into the crowd.

Buffy found a spare seat on the sofa, beside her Danielle and Clare were busily groping at each other. Buffy shifted to give them some room, beside her Willow scanned the women, a look of slight irritation on her face, “Where is she?” she asked.

“Who?” Buffy sipped at the vodka, learning her lesson.

“Who I fixed you up with,” Willow gave a snort and passed Buffy her cup, “Wait here I’ll go and find her.” She disappeared leaving Buffy like a gooseberry listening to the passionate slurps beside her. For what seemed like ages sat there, it was certainly long enough for her to finish her own vodka and make inroads into Willow’s.

“Buffy?” the ex-Slayer looked up, her kid sister’s friend Janice was standing beside her, “Want to go upstairs?”

Buffy blushed, “I’m waiting for someone Willow’s gone to get them.”

There was a chuckle from Janice, “I haven’t seen Willow since we came in, but the person you’re waiting for is me.”

“Oh,” said Buffy and blushed.

Reaching down Janice helped Buffy to her feet. She gripped the Slayer tightly round her waist, as if she was scared she might run away – and in truth Buffy was so nervous she actively was considering it. The sixteen year old guided Buffy upstairs. A long line of naked girls were queuing outside one of the rooms, including Willow. The redhead blushed and stopped adjusting her strap-on as Buffy approached, “Er, sorry Buffy I got distracted.”

“It’s alright Will,” replied Buffy, “I seem to have been found.”

There was a shrill sound of someone cumming from inside the room and Buffy looked inside. On the double bed lay Dawn, her legs apart as Harmony slammed a strap-on into her ass. The orgasmic cry came from Cordelia who was crouched over Buffy’s younger sister as Dawn licked at her slit.

“We can go in there if you want,” said Janice, she nibbled at Buffy’s ear, “but I thought for your first time you’d want some privacy.”

Buffy blushed, part at seeing her sister at her most intimate, but mainly at the reminder of her own inexperience. She nodded, and let Janice guide her into an empty room. Shutting the door behind them Janice took off her top, her tits bounced as they were freed from the constraint of the material, “You can lick them if you like,” said Janice.

Nervously Buffy leant forward and dabbed her tongue out, they tasted like licking a rough finger. She dabbed her tongue out again, there was no difference in taste, but there was a definite sensitivity on her tongue. A third time she gingerly licked, yes it felt nice. Above her Janice gave a light moan, “Give them a proper mouthful Buffy,” she said and pushed the blonde forward. Buffy clamped her mouth round one of the teats and began to play with it with her tongue. Janice’s groans were louder and she shuddered at Buffy’s touch. The Slayer began to lick and suckle more excitedly, getting carried away with the enjoyment. Her teeth grated along the nipple and Janice gave a howl of joy.

Buffy became aware that even as she was sucking Janice’s tits the teenager was struggling to remove her skirt.

“Let me help,” said Buffy, she stepped backwards and undid Janice’s skirt. It dropped to the floor, revealing a pantyless pussy. Buffy thought the hairless slit looked gorgeous, especially as Janice moved to show it to its best advantage. It was funny how just licking some tits had given her more confidence in what to do next. She swept Janice off her feet, ignoring the surprised squeak and dropped her on the bed.

“Open wide,” grinned Buffy and pulled apart Janice’s legs. A tiny speck of juice appeared between the cunt lips, as if it knew what was going to happen. Buffy pushed her hair back from her brow and swept down into Janice’s slot. By instinct she knew what to do, her tongue savouring Janice’s juice as she lapped quickly at the slot. Later on, with other lovers, Buffy knew she would improve her technique, but at this point all she wanted to do was bring Janice to orgasm. Beneath her Janice squeaked and squealed, the bed rocking as she shook under Buffy’s onslaught. More juice formed in her cunt and Buffy licked it up, enjoying the new taste of girl cum. When she found the bud, she concentrated on it covering Janice’s clit with her saliva.

“Oh my God, that’s it, that’s it,” Janice shrieked and her body moved like she was connected to the electric mains. Her scream told Buffy she’d cum, with extra juice. Moving her head away, Buffy licked the cum away from her lips – savouring the last drops.

“My… oh…my…oh…” for a while Janice was lost for words, until she finally managed to articulate her feelings, “Fuck if this is your first time I want to be there when you’ve practised.”

“I’m not too sure… said Buffy, though inside she was glowing with the compliment.

“Take it from me,” gasped Janice, still trying to recover, “I’m an expert.”

“Perhaps you could show me some tips,” replied Buffy. She pulled off her panties and hitched up her cheerleader skirt, before getting on the bed and lowering herself onto Janice’s face. There was a brief oomph from Janice, and a few seconds of wriggling as she got into position. Buffy waited and then, for the first time in her life, she felt another woman in her cunt – it felt wonderful. She sat there in an trance as Janice expertedly tongued her twat, the teenager teasing the clit and then pulling away as Buffy’s pre-orgasmic moans got louder. Buffy could feel her warm juice trickling out, to mix with Janice’s spit and sweat slide from her body as warm, passionate feelings whipped through her thighs and down to her toes.

“I think I…I…I’m getting it,” Buffy gasped as Janice rapidly pushed reason and coherent thought from her brain. There was a grunt from Janice, her reply smothered by Buffy’s body, and then she resumed playing with the Slayer’s clit.

Each time Buffy was near to orgasm Janice paused, and then when she resumed the feelings within Buffy were more intense. Until finally just the touch of tongue was enough to send Buffy shrieking over the edge, “Oh aaaarrggghhh,” a galaxy of stars exploded in Buffy sending her to a heaven of rapturous delight that she had never experienced with her fingers. A final wave of juice leaked out, covering Janice.

Standing up Buffy panted, even though all she had done was sit there. Janice wiped away the cum from her face, her tongue licking away all it could touch.

“You wanna fuck me properly?” asked Janice.

“Yeah, sure, how?” Buffy replied.

In response Janice rolled to the edge of the bed and fished underneath it. Buffy admired the way her naked buttocks wobbled as she moved and was disappointed when Janice rolled back, though not for long as she saw the large strap-on Janice was gripping in her hand.

“With this,” Janice grinned, “Here; catch.”

Buffy’s slayer skills had not deserted her and she easily caught the dildo one handed. She pulled it up under her skirt, so that the material rested on top of the jutting appendage. On the bed Janice spread her legs and reached down to pull her lips apart, “Come on in,” she murmured seductively.

Not needing to be invited twice Buffy clambered onto the bed and guided the toy into Janice’s slick slit. Juiced up as she was, even the girth of the dildo presented little problem for Janice. She moved forward taking the whole length and wrapping her legs round Buffy in a vice. Buffy began to move in and out, slowly at first as she got used to what she had to do, more quicker as her poundings became more instinctive. Janice groaned, her naked heels scraping against Buffy’s cotton top.

“Aaaarrghh, I’m cumming,” shrieked Janice her legs fell from Buffy to quiver uselessly. Buffy had barely started, she paused for a second to allow Janice time to recover and bring her legs up again. There was a pause as Janice recovered and realised that Buffy wasn’t finished. She smiled up and Buffy beamed back down. As soon as Janice was clamped round her again Buffy resumed the fucking. Juice slid from both their slits, creating a damp patch on the quilt, it gradually got larger as more and more cum leaked out. Buffy’s clothes stuck to her as she sweated in exertion, beneath her Janice’s perspiration slid down the teenagers naked body, running rivulets of water carving patterns against her skin. Her body bounced against the bed with every thrust of the slayer and her mouth remained open, letting out little guttural grunts of pleasure. At least until the second orgasm came, a shrill scream of joy ripped from Janice’s mouth and her body twisted and turned like a hurricane. This time Buffy didn’t stop – to do so would have ruined the rhythm she was building up. She continued to fuck Janice through the orgasm, sending her lover into paroxysms of delight.

A third orgasm followed and then a fourth until Buffy was loosing count. Janice’s legs had dropped down, too weakened by constant explosions to continuing to hold. Sweat glazed her skin like a baste on a turkey and the only sounds she was capable of uttering were low grunts of pleasure. Finally Buffy pulled out.

“Wow, that’s… the best… I’ve ever had,” murmured Janice. Even as she spoke her eye lids began to close, her body physically drained by the intensity of the fucking. Buffy slid off her strap-on and went to tell Willow she was no longer a virgin.

*

Saturday was a good night for shopping, both Buffy and Dawn were out. And if the night was dangerous, it was no more so than in many places and less than it had been where the vampires and demons had been underground. Joyce leant over and looked at the frozen peas, deciding between quality and price.

“Hello Joyce,” she whirled round at the sound. Behind her stood a bleached blonde man in his thirties, a long dark coat reaching down to his knees. Joyce remembered him, he had paid well for a night with her, though his desires had been a little on the sadistic side.

“Hello Spike,” she said, adding hurriedly “I’m not looking for a date.”

There was a brief smile from Spike as if he was remembering their time together, “Don’t worry Joycie, I’m not looking for a blowjob.” He reached into the freezer and pulled out the most expensive peas, one’s that on her limited income Joyce hadn’t even been considering, “How would you like to earn some money? Not on your back or knees.”

“I said, I’m not looking for a date,” Joyce’s voice quivered and she tried to push back Spike, but he firmly pushed her back into place.

“It ain’t a fuck I’m looking for. I want you to deliver a package tonight,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small parcel and thrust it into Joyce’s hands. He folded her fingers over painfully gripping them until they were firmly closed on the parcel. Joyce gulped and took a step back, almost tottering into the freezer. There was a smile from Spike and he reached into his pocket again and pulled out a bundle of bills, he counted six fifty dollar notes from the bundle and placed them in her bag, “The address is on the parcel, don’t forget.”

*

It had been a long time since Buffy had walked through Sunnydale graveyard in the dark. An owl tweeted in the background, breaking the silence of night and adding to the cemetery’s eerie ambience. Not that it was dangerous, demons had other places to hunt now and so few people had nocturnal business around burial grounds at night, pickings were so few that they no longer bothered. Buffy smiled reminiscing about the monsters she had finished here, when she was a virgin. The thought that earlier that night she’d screwed Janice into insensibility made her almost giddy with delight and she had to briefly sit down to relive her.

Her thoughts were broken by a scream. Instinctively Buffy was on her feet, she rushed towards the cries, pausing momentarily to break a branch from a tree. There was another yell of terror. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to get involved, it risked breaking her parole, but she couldn’t not. It was bred into her genes in the same way as her eye colour.

She sprinted forward, leaping tombstones and dodging round bushes as she closed on the sources of the sound. In the darkness she could see a woman struggling under a vampire. There was a rip as the women momentarily managed to get free, only to be dragged down by the vampire ripping at her blouse.

“Hey ugly, want to pick on someone your own size?” Buffy called out.

The vampire looked up, his yellow eyes glowing in the dark like some twisted cat’s eyes. Saliva dripped from his fangs as he licked his lips, “Come on little girl, let’s see what you’re made off.”

He was up of his victim and charging towards Buffy within seconds. The Slayer held her ground up until the last moment, then she twisted away and sent the branch crashing through the vampire’s heart. He gave a high-pitched scream and then shredded into dust. Buffy dropped the branch and walked over to help his intended victim.

“Mom…” Buffy gasped as her Mom struggled to her feet. Joyce’s blouse was ripped and a milky white breast had popped over the bra. Despite living in the same house for eighteen years Buffy could never remember seeing her Mom’s tits before and she felt a tiny jolt of surprise on seeing a tiny tattoo of a heart engraved just above the nipple.

“Buffy… I…I was…thank you,” she was shaking almost uncontrollably, her bottom lip quivering on the edge of tears. She reached up and brushed a bit of moss from her hair, it fell onto her shoulder and she let out a quickly stifled sob.

Taking a step forward, Buffy said, “Let me help you,” she reached out and took hold of her Mom’s tit, holding it for a second too long before she slid it back under the bra, Joyce didn’t seem to notice, instead slowly buttoning up the buttons which hadn’t been torn loose.

“Buffy… the vampire...”

“Dead – well deader than before,” Buffy smiled; it had felt good to use her old skills again, though she suspected her Mom probably didn’t want to hear that.

“They’ll do you for murder,” her Mom wailed.

“It was self-defence – no court in the land would convict,” Buffy replied.

Her Mom forced a smile, “Buffy – the world’s changed, don’t be naïve.”

Buffy paused for a second, “Where’s the car?”

“By the parking lot,” her Mom replied.

Buffy led her over to it, “Wait here,” she placed her Mom in the front and locked the doors before opening the trunk. The car hoover sat where it always did. Buffy picked it up, when she had been the Slayer she’d never needed to clean up after herself.

As she hoovered up bits of dead vampire, she didn’t notice Spike standing in the trees. He picked up a phone and fast dialed a number, “The plan’s worked – Buffy’s back.”