Gehanna

Cordelia Chase moaned as she slowly closed her mouth, took a long suck and then swallowed. You could avoid eating the vile prison food and barter half decent meals if you had the right connections, but you couldn't get good low cal milkshake or any other type of meal like that for all the bitch ass in Gehanna.

"That's it? Nothing on the new prisoners?" Lilah pushed.

"We tried. They're new, we'll have something soon." Harmony said quickly.

"You better." Lilah said coldly. Snitches were good on paper, but only if they could deliver a steady stream of useful information. Cordelia and Harmony had proven themselves enough in the past, but it had been a very long time since either one of them had produced anything of real worth.

"Relax." Cordelia said, glaring at her best friend. What had she told her about talking in public, especially in front of Lilah, "Like Harmony said, they just got here yesterday. I know Buffy and she'll have started scheming to get out before you even shut the doors on her, but chances are she won't have something until it's the darkest hour or whatever, that's when you got to watch your back, because right when you think you have her suddenly she turns the tables on you and your done. We're the only way you can stop that happening."

Lilah glared. She didn't like other people being so sure of themselves, especially not people like Cordelia Chase.

"You know, maybe we should be asking you for a progress report." Cordelia said, drinking some more of her milkshake, savouring it and then continuing, "Don't you have hidden cameras and stuff in everyone's cells?"

Lilah smiled a smile devoid of even a hint of warmth, "While I couldn't possibly either confirm or deny that, I will say this, while she has been here I have witnessed Faith Lehane fucking many, many women, so I can all but guarantee Willow Rosenberg's asshole is the size of China right about now, which is more information than either of you to have given me in weeks."

"I don't know, I mean it might be my imagination but I saw Willow today and she wasn't walking funny or having any problems sitting down at all, which is more than can be said for all the bitches and sluts Faith fucked today." Cordelia said dismissively.

"How strange." Lilah frowned, "What do you think?"

"I think... either the witch still has enough power to keep Faith at bay, or she's simply postponing fucking Willow's ass to try and put some fear into her... then again, when has Faith ever been that patient?" Cordelia offered.

"Interesting." Lilah said. She hated it when Cordelia pretended to have nothing and then coolly gave her a slip of information which may or may not lead to something. Every time she did it Cordelia became more and more confident, and it sickened Lilah, but it was worth putting up with, "I'm not saying it exists, but theoretically if there was a camera in Faith's cell I would imagine I wouldn't have been interested in watching Faith gaping yet another bitch's ass, but if there was a tape of what happened in that cell and you just gave me that information I might just have to review it."

"You do that." Cordelia said dismissively as she continued to drink. It was really, really good milkshake, definitely worth doing whatever you had too to get it.

"So... we had information?" Harmony asked in confusion.

"You had a theory which might lead nowhere. I expect more from you both next time." Lilah said firmly.

"Absolutely." Cordelia assured, "So... apart from our old friends, any more new arrivals?"

Lilah smiled, "Maybe. Maybe you'll even get one hand delivered to your cell... if you're able to bring me any useful information as opposed to theories and suspicions."

Cordelia felt like pointing out after their years of service she and Harmony should be entitled to the best ass imprisoned in Gehanna the moment they arrived, but she knew Lilah would just point out it had been a very long time since they had truly provided good, solid information so Cordy wisely kept her mouth shut, at least as far as that was concerned. However that didn't mean she wasn't fucking some ass tonight, "So I take it there'll be a slut waiting for us in our cell instead."

"Well... I could easily have her removed, after all you both continue to disappoint." Lilah said, purposefully pausing for quite awhile as she genuinely debated at whether or not she should allow her snitches to have their fun, "Mm... since removing the slut will waste more of my guards time than likely stay in your cell I’ll let you have the slut, however if you come back next time with nothing but theories, or nothing at all, it’ll be the pair of you with your asses wiggling in the air as half Gehanna queues up to fuck them."

"We'll do better next time Miss Morgan, we promise." Harmony swore, knowing Lilah would backup her threats without blinking an eye.

"You better." Lilah said coldly, "You're both dismissed."

"We're not done." Cordelia protested, but deep down she knew it was no use.

"I said you're both dismissed." Lilah said in a tone which warned the two snitches against trying her patience.

Noticing the guards around them noticeably reaching for their weapons Cordelia smiled, "Whatever you say."

With that the two former Sunnydale high cheerleaders got up and left without incident, one annoyed she hadn't been able to finish her drink and the other furious. Harmony had accepted a long time ago there was no arguing with Lilah but as far as Cordelia was concerned she should have earned that cunts respect by now.

The anger and annoyance both tops felt was forgotten when they found Max Guevara in their cells, kneeling patiently while awaiting their arrival as she had done so many times.

Max was a genetically enhanced super soldier who in her own dimension was originally created in some secret government lab called Manticore. She escaped with some of her fellow 'X-5s' and was on the run for years before becoming something of a reluctant hero before she pissed off a demonic worshipping cult and ended up getting sent to Gehanna. Once imprisoned Max had gone back to looking out for number one, doing whatever she had to literally save her own ass. Because the magic in Gehanna struggle to lessen Max's enhanced DNA she kept most of her abilities and was a natural top, one of the best Gehanna had ever seen, until she pissed off Faith and was beaten and butt fucked into submission. After Faith had got bored with her Max had become a slut, the other tops rejoicing in using their fallen comrade.

Cordelia and Harmony had never liked Max when she was a top, she had been too powerful, too much of a potential threat, but now she was one of their favourite sluts to use.

"Hey there Maxie." Cordelia said, grinning with superiority as she step forward, "It's great to see you again. Isn't it Harm?"

"Oh yeah." Harmony agreed with an equally big grin on her face.

"Me and Harmony were hoping for some new meat, but you'll definitely do." Cordelia grinned, "And on the bright side, you know exactly what we want, don't you slut?"

"Yes Cordy." Max said softly.

"Well then, what are you waiting for. Get to work you worthless slut." Cordelia sneered.

Nodding her head softly Max leant forward and covered first Cordy's right foot and then her left foot with kisses, the two tops watching with glee as the slut went to Harmony's feet and then back and forth between them for a while before Cordelia finally said, "Good slut. Now, me and Harm are feeling a little annoyed, so go get our strap ons so we can work out some aggression by gaping your whore ass."

Having been in this situation many times before Max knew exactly what was expected of her, the submissive brunette crawling over to Cordy's bed and pulling out the box where the former queen of Sunnydale high kept her collection of sex toys. As always the harnesses Cordelia and Harmony intended to use for the evening were on top with a dildo fitted to each, just waiting and ready to be used. Grabbing onto both of them Max shuffled on her knees over to where Cordelia and Harmony were now standing, the slut turning just in time to see the tops remove their bras, followed by their panties, throwing them down next to their discarded shoes and prison uniforms. Max licked her lips; Cordelia and Harmony were a pair of spoiled brats but they had fantastic bodies, the type just about everyone in Gehanna wanted to get their hands on for one reason or another.

Once she was kneeling before the two tops Max quickly strapped the dildos to them and began stroking the shafts as if they were real, looking up at Cordy and Harm expectantly, both tops grinning as the dominating blonde said, "You want to suck our cocks don't you Maxie."

"Yes Harmony, I want to suck your cocks. I love sucking cocks. I'm a cock sucking whore who just can't get enough dick in her mouth." Max said submissively, it was true, ever since she’d been in Gehanna her sex-drive had been stratospheric and now she was a slut, well she couldn’t suck and fuck enough to keep her sated.

"Then start sucking you stupid cock sucker." Cordelia ordered, Max immediately wrapping her lips around the head of the other brunette's dildo and beginning to bob her head up and down, "Come on, we all know you can do better. Swallow that cock. Deep throat me you fucking science experiment. Take that dildo all the way down your throat. That's it, now Harmony's. You better take her all the way because both these cock are going balls deep in your skanky ass, isn't that right Harm?"

"That's right, we're totally going to double team your ass." Harmony agreed as she began gently thrusting hips forwards and backwards, fucking Max's throat as the slut sucked on her dildo, "We're going to be passing you back and forth, take it in turns using your ass for our pleasure, and the only thing you're going to do about it is leave tomorrow with a asshole so gaped you'll be unusable for days."

Max knew from experience that thanks to the healing magic of Gehanna her ass would be gaping for only a short while after she left this cell, but she also knew from experience she was going to get both strap ons all the way up her ass at the same time before the end of the night so she better get those cocks slippery wet and just be grateful that Cordelia and Harmony with the type of tops who allowed their bitches and sluts to lube up their dildos before they ass fucked them. Of course Max also knew the reason the two tops allowed her to do this was because they enjoyed seeing her on her knees before them, but that was of little consequence. After all it was one of the places a slut like her belonged.

"It's your turn to have first dibs on the peace of meat, so get her in the position you want her and show her who's boss." Cordelia told her best friend after they had both received a long drawnout blow job, the brunette sitting down on her bed and waiting impatiently as the blonde frowned. Harmony had been sure it was Cordelia's turn to go first, but she had slowly been taught not to complain when good things happened to her, "Turn around and bend over Maxie. You're going to get ass fucked."

Cordelia grinned as her best friend stated the obvious and her former dangerous enemy turned and presented her ass to be fucked. Max had always been considered one of the prisons hottest inmates but it was her tight ass which was undeniably her best feature. It was something all the tops had used to lust after and now even though she had been broken and cast out as a slut over a year ago now the tight hole between Max's butt cheeks was still one of the most popular visiting destinations for bottom busting tops all over Gehanna.

Spreading Max's ass cheeks Harmony spat on the tight puckered holes before pushing a finger inside it, stretching out the hole much to Cordelia's annoyance. The dominating brunette was all for stretching out some new ass, but Harmony tended to go way over board when it came to preparing a slut's ass, wasting way too much valuable time on the preparation when she should have been getting down to some serious pooper pounding.

Luckily unlike several other times Harmony was too horny to spend too long fingering Max's ass before she took a firm grip of her strap on and pushed it into the ever so slightly expanded hole, Max's butt opening to allow the head to enter with reasonable ease. After taking a moment to enjoy the former super top gasping softly at the penetration Harmony slowly fed her dildo into Max's asshole, that constantly used back passage accepting every inch of cock the blonde had to give it.

Once her thighs banged against Max's butt cheeks Harmony grinned and began immediately sawing in and out of the tiny little shit hole in front of her, marvelling at its tightness.

Of course if it wasn't for magic restoring Max's ass her shit hole would be a constant gaping mess by now, far to ruined to pleasure anyone, but thanks to Gehanna no matter how many brutal butt fuckings a slut received over the course of her day her ass would eventually return to virgin tightness.

Max hung her head in shame as Harmony began picking up the pace, pounding her ass hard and deep, forcing the once proud top to moan like she was having the time of her life, her moans earning her a hard slap to her firm butt cheek from the blonde as she heard Cordelia call out, "That's it Harmony, slammed that slut's shit hole. Make her nice and loose for me. Tear that ass open. Pound it hard. Show Maxie who's boss."

"Oh, I think she knows who's boss here..." Harmony grinned and pulled Max's hair, "Don't you Maxie?"

"Yes Harm, I know who's boss here. Your the boss here Harmony. Your in charge. Your the top. I'm just a hole on legs, an orifice for your pleasure." Max moaned, sounding completely convincing while internally hating herself.

Max hated being a slut. She hated that stupid little nickname everyone called her now, she hated being a piece of meat for anyone to use, and she really hated that right now she was getting fucked up the ass by one of the weakest tops in the history of Gehanna in Harmony Kendall. This blonde cunt would have been turned into a bitch or a slut years ago if it wasn't for Cordelia, who in turn would have been broken years ago if she wasn't so good at playing the game, manipulating the prison system to literally save her own ass. Max had hated these two with a passion from the moment she first met them and had tried making them her bitches but they had always weaseled their way out of it. After her fall from grace Cordelia and Harmony was the second and third respectively to ass fuck her, after Faith of course, Max helpless to prevent them from using her any time they wished.

As her moans increased to ear splitting levels to coincide with the ruthless rectum ramming she was now receiving Max was reminded what she hated above all else about the situation, that being she was addicted to it. While she woke up every day trying to convince herself she was still a top Max was unable to deny the truth. She had been completely and utterly broken, her asshole craving the pleasure of a dildo pounding in and out of it while every other part of her craved the humiliation of being butt fucked.

The mixture of pleasure and humiliation never failed to make Max cum and this time was no different, the genetically enhanced superhuman crying out pathetically as her body shook and her orgasm juice slid down her thighs to join the little puddle of pussy cream beneath her. As Max's eyes rolled in the back of her head her butt hole clenched down hard on the dildo, adding enough friction so that the clit stimulator inside the strap on stimulated Harmony enough to make her cum, the blonde stopping as her climax washed over her. Harmony took a few moments to enjoy the after-effects and then she pulled out suddenly, grinning at the sight of Max's previously firmly closed back door wide open as if it was still expecting company... which technically it was.

"She's all yours Cordy." Harmony said, slowly getting up, a smile still glued to her face.

Before Harmony was even finished speaking Cordelia was by her side letting out a long whistle, "Wow, nice work Harm. You left her nice and loose for me so I don't have too spend ages on lubing her up."

"Well, I know how much you hate that so happy to help." Harmony said cheerily before biting her lip, "Erm... Cordy, would you mind if I..."

"Used the slut's mouth to clean your cock while I pound her ass. Sure, no problem Harm. You know how much I love a good spit roasting." Cordelia said dismissively as she placed her dildo against Max's gaping asshole, sliding the tip all around the stretched edges while she grinned, "Hey Maxie, can you guess what I want you to do?"

The formerly dominant woman blushed, bent her head down so her face was pressed against the cold floor, reached back, and spread her ass cheeks.

"Good girl Maxie." Cordelia laughed as she began firmly inserting her dildo into the submissive brunette's butt hole, "This is why you're one of my favourite sluts."

Max blushed again as her ass was refilled with cock, thicker and longer than Harmony's had been because as always with these two the egotistical Cordelia Chase had to have the biggest cock to make it clear she was top dog, at least when it came down to the two former Sunnydale cheerleaders.

While Cordy's cock was thicker and longer Harmony had opened Max's ass up as if it was a tin can so the resistance the dominating brunette had to fight against were minimal and it wasn't long before her thighs were resting against the submissive brunette's hands which were still obediently spreading her butt cheeks and continued to do so as Cordelia began steadily thrusting in and out of her already thoroughly stretched shit pipe. Max would have liked to have taken her hands off her backside, especially as she knew what was coming, but as she hadn't been told otherwise her hands remained where they were.

From where her face was pressed against the floor Max was just about able to see the outline of Harmony positioning herself so she was kneeling in front of her and reached down, at which point Max got a much better view as her head was forcefully pulled up by her hair. Once Max's face was level with Harmony's crotch the dildo which had just been inside her ass was pressed to her lips and the blonde ordered, "Open up slut."

Obediently Max's lips parted to allow the head of the dildo inside before she began sucking on the part of the strap on which went the deepest into her bowels in yet another wonderful sign of humiliation. Max had done this countless times to bitches and sluts alike, so to be forced to go through herself, to taste her own ass, to suck the dildo which had just stretched her butt hole wide open, it was just as humiliating if not more so than being ass fucked and to her shame the former top's pussy dripped with cream at her degrading.

As if Cordelia read her thoughts and wanted to prove ass fucking was way more physically and mentally painful to the former Queen bee of Sunnydale began severely increasing the pace as the butt pounding until it looked as if Max was either going to break a nail on Cordelia's hipbone or Cordy's thighs were going to get cut open as her toned thighs slapped against Max's bony hands as the slut continued to spread her cheeks.

Cordelia could have easily ordered Max take her hands off her butt cheeks and therefore alleviating any slight comfort she may have had from her thighs bashing into those hands, but then she would have had to have forfeited the pleasure of watching one of the toughest tops she'd ever known submissively spreading her ass for her. Sure, Max hadn't been a top in what felt like forever, but disgraced tops stood out like sore thumbs amongst the bitches and the sluts, the fact that they were once the fucker instead of the fuckie always evident somehow whether it was in the way they acted, the way they talk, the way they worked, or whatever. In Cordelia's opinion, and in the opinion of many tops in Gehanna, a broken and defeated top was actually more fun to fuck than regular sluts and bitches who had always been submissive, because the former tops still remembered what it was like to have dignity.

Right now little Maxie was probably remembering what it was like to have dignity in her current, very undignified position, on her knees and taking a cock at both ends while spreading her ass so Cordelia got a perfect view of her strap on pounding in and out of Max's stretched out shit shoot, Cordy only too happy to put emphasis on Max's current situation, "Look at you you fucking slut! Taking two cocks at the same time like the fucking whore you are! Ha, remember when you were a top? Remember when you actually had dignity and weren't a cock craving anal slut? Remember when you weren't a fucking orifice for my pleasure, Harmony's pleasure and the pleasure of every other top in this place? Because I sure as fuck don't. How about you Harm?"

"Huh... oh, right... no, I don't remember that. I don't remember that at all." Harmony said, completely unconvincingly, and with good reason as she was remembering one of the last conversation she'd had with Max before the X-5 super soldier had got into a fight with Faith which ultimately led to her downfall. Max had told Cordelia and Harmony that she was going to make them her bitches, that their asses were going to be gaped and would remain that way for days, that she would use them in every way possible for her pleasure. As it turned out Cordelia and Harmony had been the ones using Max in every way possible, constantly, and always leaving her a gaping mess.

It never cease to amaze Harmony just how far Max had fallen, but then again that was half the fun of fucking her. The other half came from the physical and emotional pleasure of it, Max's lips working the dildo so that the stimulator inside the strap on rubbing against the blonde's clit in such a way which would inevitably bring her to orgasm, but as always when reaching this stage Harmony was eager to speed things along.

Gripping tightly to Max's head, which had been keeping upright thanks to her hands being on her hair, Harmony began thrustings back and forth, fucking Max's mouth as if it was a cunt... or an asshole. Seeing this Cordelia grinned and shouted out encouragement, "That's it Harmony, throat fuck the slut! Choke her with your fucking cock! Let's give her a real spit roasting, show her what we do to sluts who loves taking two cocks at once!"

Happily complying Harmony began shoving her dildo deeper into Max's mouth until it was sliding down her throat. Soon Harmony's hips were bashing against Max's nose as the blonde began throat fucking the slut with every inch of the strap on, not quite able to match Cordelia's speed and force, at least not without suffocating the other woman, but able to match her friend in depth, the two cocks sliding so deep down Max's throat and up her ass they were practically meeting in her stomach.

This deep double penetration lasted for quite a while, the two tops occasionally insulting the slut but mostly concentrating on the throat and ass fuckings respectively, the humiliation, pain and pleasure mixing together to make Max quiver with the type of intense orgasm she had only ever received when being dominated by tops.

Even as Max trembled beneath them Cordelia and Harmony continued to pound their cocks in and out of her until they themselves achieve their climaxes. Able to go faster and harder Cordelia came first, immediately ceasing her thrusting so she could concentrate on her own pleasure before pulling out and leaning against the nearest bed as she struggled to bring her breathing back to normal, the whole time admiring her handiwork, Max's ass gaping even wider than before to the point where it was practically obscene. It looked like a train wreck, so brutalised and damaged Cordelia knows she should look away but even with her friend violently pumping the slut's mouth nearby she still couldn't tear her attention away from Max's ruined rectum.

However as Harmony shuddered in climax while holding Max's head in place where it was with the dildo buried all the way down her gullet it was announced that it was dinnertime, which caused Cordelia to frown in annoyance. She and Harmony should get dressed and leave immediately. Buffy was all but guaranteed to show and Cordelia needed to be as chummy as possible with the Slayer so the former Sunnydale cheerleaders could get the information they would need to ensure their deal with Lilah would be secure and with it the many perks that came being a snitch. On the other hand... Cordy really, really wanted to fuck some more slut ass...

Decisions, decisions, "Harmony, go sit on the edge of your bed. This slut is clearly in need of a nice double ass fucking to make sure she knows her place."

Harmony briefly opened her mouth to point out they should be leaving to go spy on Buffy, and she was kind of hungry anyway, but the look Cordy gave her made it clear she wouldn't be argued with. So the blonde got up and sat on the edge of her bed as instructed, her dildo sticking up menacingly before her.

"Ok Maxie, you know the drill. Go sit on that cock while facing Harmony." Cordelia ordered with a firm slap to Max's butt which had the super soldier crying out, more out of surprise than pain, before slowly getting up on shaky legs and doing as she was told, her gaping shit hole easily sliding down on Harmony's upright poll. Without needing further instructions Max began bouncing on the cock, her already aching asshole begging for even just a couple of moments rest. Her ass was going to get exactly the opposite of what it was begging for, Cordelia kneeling behind the bouncing beauty before smacking her tight rear cheeks again, "Did I tell you to start bouncing you anal hungry whore? I don't think so." Max cried out as her ass got a series of hard slaps before Cordelia's cock was pressed against her already stretched back hole, "Trust me, I'm going to beat the hell out of your ass later, but for now just stay still. I want to get this double ass fucking over with quickly so I can go eat."

Whimpering softly Max did as she was told, relaxing her severely damaged asshole as best she could but as always the feeling of another cock pushing its way through her sore back hole and deep into her rectum caused her to cry out softly in pain, although she tried to stay as quiet as possible because she knew Cordy didn't like her sluts to whine when she fucked them. Unfortunately on this occasion Max wasn't able to stay silent enough.

"Quit your whining slut!" Cordelia commanded, smacking Max's ass again, "I'm trying to enjoy using your asshole."

Gritting her teeth Max forced herself to stay silent as Cordelia forced the rest of her dick into her already cock filled back passage at a thankfully slow pace, Max knowing that the other brunette was just savouring the moment but grateful for it nevertheless. She continued to be grateful as Cordelia began slowly butt fucking her, pushing Max up and down to meet her thrusts so the broken brunette was forced to bounce on the two dildos stretching out her shit pipe to near bursting.

It wasn't long before Harmony began thrusting upwards while helping Cordelia to bounce Max on their fake cocks, the pace slowly increasing from their until those dildos were pounding in and out of Max's obscenely stretched asshole but by then her butt had adjusted to the size of the monsters invading it so Max was crying out in pleasure rather than pain. Sure, there was still pain, but it was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure rocking her body.

Max had been double ass fucked nearly constantly over the past calendar year and while it was hard to find something more humiliating, degrading and painful there was nothing that made her cum harder, the eventual climax washing over her frying her brain, as did the ones that followed, each heavenly little sensation letting her know that while part of Max always hated being a slut she could never be anything else ever again.

As Max came multiples for them Cordelia and Harmony continued to taunt and insult her however they were both too caught up in double butt fucking her to be creative, both of them mostly just crying out "That's it, cum for us slut" and "You're such a slut, such a fucking slut."

Both tops hammered Max's butt as hard as they could, banging it hard and deep, although because of her position Cordelia found it much easier to do so while Harmony was left grateful that her morning pelvic thrust practices involved various different positions. Even with the awkward position Harmony soon found herself on the edge of climax, much like Cordy who had done so a few moments before, the two tops offered the choice of cum now or go and eat. Normally it would be an easy choice as it seemed silly to postpone satisfying two of their needs, but they were having a lot of fun with Max's ass and didn't want their fun to end.

Regardless of what Cordelia and Harmony wanted their own bodies eventually made the decisions for them, their self-control running out and their climaxes washing over them almost simultaneously. This time they continue to pound into Max to ensure they got to prolong their pleasure as much as possible, as a result the two tops unintentionally sending the slut over the edge one more time before Cordelia pulled out and stepped back, Harmony pushing Max forwards with a enough force that she fell backwards on to her battered butt, the X-5 super soldier crying out with pain as she turned over on to her side clutching her well fucked bottom.

"Hands and knees slut. Spread those cheeks." Cordelia ordered, both tops grinning lustfully as they look down at the ass they had both thoroughly destroyed, that poor poop hole looking as if it could fit a bowling ball inside it. While it was surprising what you could get in Gehanna there was no great demand for bowling balls and Cordelia certainly didn't have one, but she did have something of a similar size...

"Ok slut, as you know we get your ass all night long, but its dinnertime so we're going to eat. As always, since we don't want to have to keep an eye on you, you're going to stay here. If you're lucky we'll bring you back something to eat before we go shower. If not, you'll just have too settle for whatever we decide to shove up your ass." Cordelia told her slut for the night. It was unnecessary as they had done this with Max many times before, however Cordy liked reminding Max exactly what she was going to go through, "What do you think, this one?"

"Definitely." Harmony agreed with her friend, watching gleefully as Cordelia picked up a piece of fruit from out of their secret supply before moving over to where Max was kneeling and began slowly shoving it into the gaping bull's-eye. Max cried out in pain and humiliation. A pineapple. She hated it when Cordy used a pineapple. Pushing the bottom end in first Cordelia slowly inserted the spiky fruit into the gaping asshole before her, only stopping when the green leafs were sticking out of Max's abused butt at which point Cordy slapped the cheeks and told the slut, "That better not come out while we're gone."

With that the two former Sunnydale cheerleaders left to go find their 'friends', leaving the humiliated X-5 super soldier facedown on the dirty floor with her ass up in the air and her hands spreading her cheeks to give whoever walked past a perfect view of the leafs sticking out of her brutalised butt.

*

It wasn't difficult for Cordelia and Harmony to find Buffy, Dawn and Willow however by the time they got to the cafeteria lunch was almost over and it looked like the three new arrivals were already deep in conversation. Not wanting to raise suspicion by immediately going to sit with them Cordelia and Harmony collected some of what might generously be called food that was being served before they headed to joined the Slayer and her friends.

"You really got all that stuff at this Prison Shop?" Buffy asked her best friend in disbelief.

Willow grinned, "Yes, and you'll never guess who..."

"Hey Buffy, what's up? Mind if we join you?" Cordelia asked, she and Harmony sitting down before the Slayer had a chance to answer.

"Erm, sure I guess. Where have you two been? We haven't seen you all day?" Buffy questioned.

"Oh, we've been around." Cordelia said dismissively before turning her attention to the redhead, "How you doing Will? I can't help noticing you seem to be sitting down all right. That knife we give you keep you safe?"

"Actually, Buffy was the one who gave me the knife. You were quite happy to let Faith gape my ass." Willow pointed out, glaring at the former Sunnydale cheerleader.

"But she didn't did she... or did she?" Cordelia asked, leaning in, "What happened Will? Did you use magic to fix your ass? Is that why you seem to be fine?"

"What makes you think I can still use magic?" Willow asked.

"Because Gehanna doesn't take away powers, it only reduces them to almost nothing. I would have told you, but I figured since last time I saw you floating pencils was the highlight of your usual magical repertoire there was no point getting your hopes up that you could avoid an ass wrecking." Cordelia said truthfully.

Willow bit her lip and exchanged glances with her best friend. During the couple of hours the three friends had before dinner one of the major talking points was whether or not they could trust Cordelia and Harmony. Sure, they had never really known Harmony, but for a brief period Cordelia had been one of the scoobies, and although that ended with Cordelia getting her heartbroken thanks to Xander kissing Willow there were occasions Cordy helped out.

It was a difficult situation where they wanted to trust her, but considering it had been a long time since they had seen her, they had never really been that close and there was no telling what being in Gehanna for so long could do to someone so the remaining scoobie members had a right to be cautious.

"You don't trust us?" Cordelia said, voicing what the three new prisoners were thinking.

"Well..." Buffy began.

"Didn't we come to you in friendship? Give you a weapon? And information?" Cordy pointed out huffily.

"Yes, but you can see it from our point of view Cordy." Buffy said, before letting out a sigh, "Look, you want us to trust you fine, tell us about Gehanna. What are its weaknesses? Is there any other way out other than the portal? If it's the only way out how can we get there?"

"Weaknesses? Gehanna doesn't have any weaknesses." Cordelia scoffed.

"What about the fact that it doesn't take everyone's powers all away?" Will pointed out.

"That's not really a weakness. Sure, you might be left with enough strength or magical or whatever to overpower a guard or two, but the moment you even try they'll be all over you like ants at a picnic. One time three tops tried starting three separate riots in different parts of the prison and it was like guards came out of the woodwork all at once to stop them. Those three were barely alive when they were let out of solitary confinement, and only one of them was able to nurse herself back to health and time to stay a top." Cordelia said, "Powers in here are a fun gimmick which can help you literally save your ass, but they’re little or no help when it comes to escaping."

"The locks to get outside aren't that complicated. Someone with the right powers or some lock picking experience could probably get outside if they manage to somehow sneak past the guards, but the locks on the outside are almost impossible to pick... or so I've heard." Harmony said, actually intelligently adding to the conversation to the scoobies' amazement, "Outside there is nothing but desert and a portal which won't open unless you have the right incantation, and only Lilah and a few of the senior guards know what that is."

"The portal is also under constant surveillance. Every attempt to ever reach it has ended with guards coming out and beating the escape prisoners half to death at which point they fuck them before dumping the bodies out somewhere in the desert. The last bunch never made it back, the ones before that were only let back in after they had begged for an entire day at which point they were gang fucked by first the guards and then most of the tops until they were all either claimed as bitches or cast out to be sluts." Cordelia said. There was a long pause which had the former Queen of Sunnydale smirking on the inside. Hopefully all that info would get Buffy to trust her, which in turn would hopefully lead to her and Harmony getting the info they wanted.

"That's it? You don't have any idea how we could get the incantation to open the portal?" Buffy asked.

"No. Why... do you have a way to get it?" Cordelia asked.

Buffy bit her lip and exchanged looks with Willow. Realising how suspicious this was the Slayer relented, "Maybe. Willow thinks she's found someone who might be able to help us, but it could be a dead-end. We'll let you know what happens."

Just then the end of dinner was announced and the prisoners started shuffling out of the cafeteria. Internally calming herself Cordelia turned to the redhead, "Really? Want to give us any hints about who you've been talking too?"

"I think we better go." Buffy interrupted getting up, "Will's friend apparently said most of the same stuff you did, except the part about the portal being under constant surveillance, so thanks for the info. I promise we'll talk more tomorrow too."

Buffy moved to leave but Cordelia blocked her path, getting up close and whispering, "I don't know whether Willow saved her ass or not but Faith will end up gaping her sooner or later, and she will do the same thing to you and your little sister if you don't stop her. You need..."

"Bye Cordy." Buffy said firmly as she noticed some guards eyeing them menacingly, the Slayer taking her kid sister's hand and guiding her out of the cafeteria.

Cordelia sulked all the way back, so much even so her ditzy friend noticed, "Something wrong?"

"Are you kidding?" Cordelia exclaimed in a hushed tone, "We're no closer to getting rid of Faith and we actually gave them information while not getting any ourselves. We don't even have any suspicions or theories."

"I don't know, it's kind of obvious who Buffy was talking about." Harmony shrugged.

"Wait, who was she talking about?" Cordelia asked, generally surprised her friend was capable of suspicions or theories let alone that the blonde had one before and she didn't.

"Duh, who's got the biggest mouth in Gehanna?" Harmony pointed out.

Cordelia frowned, thought for a moment, and then grinned, "Of course... the shopkeeper."

*

“Don’t hang around, Summers,” Strauss said, smacking their truncheon into their hand for extra emphasis, “This isn’t the Park on a sunny day, so no slacking.”

Buffy flicked a look at the guard, the woman stepped back and reached down for her taser as if in reassurance that it was still there. A couple of the woman’s colleagues stepped towards them, their hands also slipping down to their side-arms. For a few seconds Buffy continued to stare at the guard, until Dawn took her arm and pulled her back, “Buffy, let’s not make trouble.”

Buffy nodded and smiled at her younger sister, “I wasn’t making trouble.”

The guard slammed her truncheon into her hand and, now that she was sure that Buffy wasn’t going to slam her teeth down her throat, said, “I told you to move your ass didn’t I Summers, not stand their yacking with your bitch.”

Buffy blushed with anger; how dare the woman refer to her sister as her bitch. She took another step towards the guard, only to feel Dawn’s soft, smooth fingers on her wrist. The Slayer turned from the guard and looked at her sister; the young teen looked so soft and innocent, so lost in this nightmare, almost beguiling with her nervous smile and hair swept down her back, with her slender body wrapped in a towel. Buffy nodded her acquiescence and gave a smile which looked innocent, if you hadn’t seen the hardness of her eyes, “I’m going Guard Strauss.”

Buffy turned away from her and dropped her towel. She nodded to Dawn and reluctantly her sister also dropped hers. Not that either of them were showing anything much, wearing baggy boxers and bras so large a nun would have found too conservative. Buffy had heard rumours about prison showers and she didn’t want a bunch of sex-starved psychopaths eyeing Dawnie up in buff. Taking Dawnie hand, her sister’s slender fingers gripping at hers, Buffy walked into the shower.

She had hoped for steam, something to cloak her and Dawn. But for steam you needed heat and water was, at best, tepid. Not that anyone else seemed to notice, dozens of other prisoners were clustered under the jets lathering soap across their naked bodies. Buffy tried to pretend it was just like after gym, which was almost easy to imagine apart from a couple of unlucky sluts who were getting ass-fucked in the corner. Buffy gripped Dawn harder and pulled her over to where Willow was busy running her hands through her soapy hair, unlike the Summers she was naked. Buffy thought for a second Dawn gave her friend an apprising look, but it lasted only a second, not long enough for Buffy to be sure that was what she’d even seen. For some reason a feeling of jealousy built in her that Dawn would look at Willow as a sexual being. She pushed it down, that was stupid, Dawnie wasn’t a lesbian and even if she was it wasn’t Buffy’s business who she slept with.

“You don’t think you’re a little dressed up?” Willow raised an eyebrow quizzically.

Buffy shrugged, “You saw what these animals are like… you more than anyone; I don’t want them looking at Dawnie.”

Looking at Dawnie… that’s just for me, said a little voice within Buffy, but she stilled it. No, it wasn’t some sort of twisted jealousy why she was making Dawn dress up in the shower, but to protect her kid sister, whether Dawn wanted protecting or not.

Willow didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push it. Instead she reached over and pointed at the shampoo and shower lotion sitting on one of the shelves, “You better get some before it goes…”

Buffy picked up the bottle and squirted some into her hands, before passing it to Dawn. She began to lather it over her body, it was surprisingly soapy, the suds floating lightly over her. However evil and twisted Amy had become she didn’t stint on providing her prisoners with high quality hygiene products. Buffy watched as Dawn lathered her hair, the soap and water sliding down the teen’s body, down her cleavage and into her belly-button. The water from the shower splashed off Dawn’s toned body, leaving it dripping and damp. Buffy forced herself to focus on something other than admiring Dawn’s tummy and quickly made conversation, “Make sure you clean yourself properly, including under your boxers…”

“Yes, Buffy,” sighed Dawn with a martyred tone that suggested she was old enough to know how to clean herself.

It only took Buffy a second to realise that if she wanted to get her sister’s alluring sexuality out of her mind asking her to clean her cunt was probably not the best idea. Dawn’s hand had slid beneath her soaked boxers and was moving vigorously as she cleaned her twat. Buffy moved her own hand down to her boxers to clean herself, and if a few times she accidentally touched her slit, well no-one could tell what she was doing under her boxers.

It was hard not to mutter a moan, in fact only the fact she was a Slayer and able to exercise greater control over her body than normal humans, stopped Buffy turning into a quivering wreck. Even so she had to turn against the wall to hide the rapid reddening of her face and the way her boxers were moving. Dawnie gave her a strange look; it was lucky, Buffy thought, that Dawnie was so young and naive, otherwise she’d have surely worked out that Buffy’s movements were not those of someone washing out their hole.

Buffy touched her pussy again, enjoying the feeling, but at the same time trying desperately to push the visions of Dawn out of her mind. What she needed was a distraction, something like remembering doing it with Angel or Riley or even that bastard Parker. She tried to force the memories, but they wouldn’t come, the body entwined with hers was always Dawn’s. Buffy screwed her face up and tried to concentrate, hoping for something which would push the vision of her naked sister from her mind.

The distraction came, but not what Buffy had expected. There was the sound of a scuffle behind her and the sound of someone falling to the floor, “Hey bitch, who you think you’re pushing past?”

Buffy turned. The speaker was Nikita, a sexy asian top who’d once worked for a secret Government agency, beside her was her partner Alex, younger, but also attractive. Both were regarded as dangerous, perhaps not Faith level danger - though the two of them together might have even given the Dark Slayer a hard work-out. They were standing over Willow, who was on her back on the floor.

“I said bitch, who do you think you’re pushing past?,” repeated Nikita, she put her hands on her hips and moved to stand literally over Willow. Alex stood beside her, the tip of her toe pushing into the redhead’s shoulder.

There was a general shuffle of the shower’s occupants away from the three women, long-term occupants knew a kicking when they were about to see one. Willow started to struggle to her feet, but Alex stepped on her chest and pushed her back down. For a few seconds the two of them seemed to compete, the rogue agent stamping down and the witch levering herself into a sitting position. Willow grunted, “I didn’t even touch you.”

“You calling me a liar?” asked Nikita. She looked at Alex who was winning the fight between her and Willow, slowly pushing the redhead back to the floor.

Buffy stepped forward, only the fact that Dawn put a hand on her arm in a warning stopped her punching Nikita there and then. Instead she gritted her teeth and tried to speak in a reasonable tone, “No, she’s saying that as the shower is crowded you both may have accidentally collided. But no-one’s hurt, so let’s just leave it…”

There was a touch of nervousness in Nikita’s voice, as if she was aware that Buffy was a Slayer and perhaps a more powerful one than Faith, “Buffy, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Well, I am,” Buffy moved forward, her eyes flitting between the Nikita and Alex. She put her hands on her hips as Alex stepped back a foot and Nikita moved slowly to one side. The movements of the three women were deliberately slow and casual, like they were gunslingers at High Noon, each aware that sudden moves were set of a deadly gunfight they all wanted to avoid. Buffy gave a nod at Willow, who was clambering back, “But there’s no harm done is there?”

Nikita looked at Alex, the younger agent gave a shrug and shook her head. Nikita looked back at the Slayer, “No harm done, just tell your friend to be more careful.”

“I will,” replied Buffy. Honour was satisfied and it would all end their with no bruises, no cracked ribs and everyone, if not happy, at least undamaged. At least it would have ended their if someone hadn’t decided, for shit and giggles, to push Buffy forward. Buffy taken by surprise, fell forward, her arms flailing. Understandably Nikita and Alex reacted. Nikita’s foot arched up cracking Buffy under her chin, she followed it upwards in an arc, twisting and bending as Alex’s fist thumped into her solar plexus. The Slayer landed with a crump on the floor, around her the showerees scattered.

Given the force behind the blows, most people would have been out for the count. But Buffy wasn’t most people, she was a Slayer and that meant she wasn’t down; but she was mad. Her own foot lashed out, taking Alex in the thigh. The teen let out a oath as her legs went away and crashed face down. Buffy brought her foot up, before smashing it out as Alex raised her feet. The teen swore again, though this time the oath was more muffled as she tried to speak between split lips. Quickly Buffy slammed her foot again and again into Alex’s face, until the teen rolled away crying in pain and with her blood diluting in the puddles.

Nikita was above Buffy, her heel crashing into Buffy’s chest. The rogue agent brought it up again, intending to bring it down. She stamped. Buffy caught the foot and pushed up, sending Nikita crashing backwards. They both were up in seconds, circling warily like a pair of wild animals fighting over a mate. Nikita went in first, her fists flying speedily. She was good, a few of the punches landed, but she wasn’t good enough. Buffy twisted her body, at the same time looping her arm round Nikita’s wrist. She pulled round, forcing Nikita to her knee and bending the wrist back. Nikita screamed, the pain was so intense that tears were rolling down her cheek, Buffy continued to bend back waiting for the snap of the wrist.

“Summers… let her go,” a guard shouted.

Buffy turned her head, half a dozen guards had charged into the showering area. They were surrounding her menacingly, truncheons hammering on palms. Buffy looked at them dispassionately, she could handle six and probably the six after that and the six after them. But there would come a time when they would flood over her in a human wave and then she’d be crouching with her head beneath her knees as they hammered her into a painful oblivion. She smiled and gave Nikita’s wrist another painful twist. The agent yowled in pain. Buffy let her go and stepped back, “No problem, Guard Strauss, we were just talking…”

Tracy Strauss nodded, “We’ve got our eyes on you Summers, don’t fuck with us.”

Buffy gave an innocent smile, “No Guard Strauss,” she lied.

*

Whistling merrily Faith walked down the corridor, she would have skipped, but that wouldn’t have projected the necessary hard-ass image she needed to stay top of Gehanna’s tops. As it was everyone cleared the corridor as she approached, nodding respectfully at her as she pasted if they were a top or bitch or turning round to peel down their pants to show they were available if they were a slut. Normally Faith might have taken a slut or two just to keep herself in trim, but she already had her fill of slut ass this morning. Besides, tonight she didn’t want to waste her energy on a casual slut. Not when she had Willow’s bottom to break.

Yesterday had been a lesson. She’d been out of circulation for too long or else she’d have remembered not to underestimate Buffy or any of the scoobies. It had been a mistake and she’d paid for it. Still it could have been worse, it seemed no-one had heard her squealings and Willow hadn’t said a thing; stupid bitch was probably embarrassed and hadn’t worked out the kudos she’d have got if she’d fucked the top of tops. And the most important thing was that Faith had learnt from it; she wasn’t going become Willow’s puppet again. Faith wasn’t stupid, whilst strength was important in getting to be the butt-fuck Queen of Prison Butt Fuck, if you didn’t want a knife whilst you were sleeping you also needed brains and charm. And when she bothered, Faith had both.

She had gone for a chat with a friendly guard, sweetened by Faith offering the guard young Zoey as Cybil obviously couldn’t protect her. The guard, in response to Faith’s questions, admitted that the magic dampening spell worked in 90% of cases, but with a few strong witches it couldn’t remove all their powers. That had sounded worrying to Faith and she wondered how easy it would be to swap cells and what excuse she could use, but the guard had continued and said that even with these witches Gehanna would reduce their powers, one spell a day and that was it.

The plan then became simplicity itself, Faith had quickly sidled up to Nikita. The ex-spy had ambitions to be seen as second to the top-dog and Faith had mentioned that if Nikita gave Willow a good thumping, well Faith would let the tops, bitches and sluts know that Nikita was her number two. If she did manage to give Willow that beating, Faith would keep her word. But Faith didn’t expect her too succeed, given the choice between getting herself kicked in now and a potential butt thrashing from Faith later, Will would use magic to defend herself. Of course if for some reason she didn’t cast a spell, Nikita would leave her so battered she’d hardly be able to move, never mind gesticulate for a spell. Faith felt her plan had all angles covered. Even Buffy was taken into consideration; the rumour was that the blonde Slayer was so terrified of Dawn getting ogled she was avoiding the showers like they pumped out lice not water. The room the Summer’s shared must be getting pretty rank, and Faith made a mental note not to bother with Buffy until the guards got so pissed they made her shower.

Opening the door to her cell Faith stepped in. Willow was already there, lying in her bed with the covers pulled up reading something she’d picked up from the prison library. She glanced up as Faith entered, saw who it was and returned to her book. She didn’t seem nervous, thought Faith, she was either a lot cockier than she used to be or she didn’t realise that Faith knew her powers were drained and thought the threat would be enough.

Faith was half right. Willow was hoping the threat would be enough and the Slayer would leave her alone. Well, part of her was hoping that, but another part of her was hoping for something else entirely.

“Hi Will,” Faith closed the door behind her, but kept her tone friendly and light, why spoil the surprise with a wicked cackle.

“Hello Faith,” Willow’s tone was a study in neutrality.

Faith took a few steps into the room. She couldn’t see any cuts or bruises, unless they were hidden beneath the bedclothes. That would have been considerate of Nikita, as no top like parading round a bitch with a black eye and split lip as it suggested you couldn’t control them without fists. However, Faith didn’t think Nikita would have cared, so a more likely explanation was that Nikita and Alex were in the prison’s infimary recovering from Will’s spell casting. Faith smiled, she’d go and see them tomorrow, just to show there were no hard-feelings. She continued smiling as she took another step forward. Willow tensed, that was good. Faith halted and allowed her smirk to spread, “About last night, I’m sorry.”

Willow looked surprised, but gratified, as if she hadn’t been expecting an apology. She nodded, “That’s alright Faith, I guess this place makes you a little crazy. I’m sorry too, I may have gone a little overboard.”

Faith allowed her smile to get wider, as she stepped forward so that she was standing over the redhead, “Will you don’t understand. I’m not sorry about attempting to get my hands on your ass. I’m sorry that I didn’t, I’m sorry you ain’t my bitch, I’m sorry you’re not lying on your front calling me ‘Mama’ as I pound your ass into mincemeat. That’s what I’m sorry about.”

Willow drew her bedding tighter round her, “Faith…” she murmured, “Don’t…”

Faith sat down on the bed, her fingers reached out and casually, almost tenderly, she brushed a piece of hair from Willow’s brow, “Y’know Will, you could have had it easy. I treat my bitches well, protect them, make sure they’re not everybody’s; and all I ask for in return is a bit of ass. It’s a good life, Will, but you blew it. Cos now, well I’ve had to call in some favours and the best way to pay back is to hire you out. You could have had it good, bitch, but you seem to want it hard…”

Willow shook her head, her eyes scanning the room before settling back on the Dark Slayer’s face, “Faith,” she said, “Don’t… you know what I can do. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will if I need to. I don’t think you’re a bad person, just a little screwed up.”

Faith laughed and pressed her hand into Willow’s chest, through the bedding, “More screwed up that you can imagine Red, knifed in the guts you could say. But this ain’t payback, no this is cos I’m the top around here and I can do what I want;” she pulled back the bedding, Willow was sleeping naked underneath and Faith salivated at what she was soon going to do the Witch’s firm sexy body, “See bitch, if you’d been mine you wouldn’t have had to save yourself in the shower.”

Without waiting for an answer she forced her lips down on Willows. Willow pressed her hands up trying to push her off and her lips moved, but more trying to avoid Faith’s tongue than a passionate response. Faith wasn’t surprised that the Witch still resisted; it didn’t matter she would soon beat it out of her. She pulled back her head, “Will, be nice.”

“The shower,” gasped Willow, “Buffy saved me. So there.”

She then actually stuck out her tongue like she was a toddler. Faith didn’t mind the gesture, or rather she did, but she had bigger worries. She’d just tried to attack a still magically charged Will, her heart hammered and her face went pale, “Will,” she breathed, desperately thinking about the right words to make her apology mean something.

It was too late. The Witch was already moving her arms and mumbling under her breath. Faith felt her body loose control as Willow pushed her to her knees. For half a minute the redhead lay back down on her bed, breathing heavily and shaking. Eventually she sat up and swung her legs over the side, so that Faith could see her slit.

The Witch looked down at the Slayer kneeling helpless before her. From her position, kneeling before her, Faith had to see how much Willow was enjoying this, which the redhead felt genuinely bad about, but she couldn't help it. Deep down she knew this was what had to be done. It's what she had told Buffy and she meant it. Could she really be blamed if Gehanna's magic was getting to her like it was getting to everyone else, especially since it was literally saving her ass?

Willow forced a weak smile and took Faith’s chin in her hand so that the Dark Slayer was looking into her face, “Faith, I don’t want to do this, but I’ve got to. You’ve got to learn, and if that means I have to cast this spell on you every night I will.”

“You bitch,” Faith snarled; Willow seemed to have left her enough control that she could talk, but unfortunately not enough she could do anything else.

Willow shook her head, she looked disappointed, much like as if a favourite puppy had just shat on the floor, “Faith, I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing this to make you a better person. I’m not even going to enjoy it… well, okay maybe a little, but that’s not why I’m going to do it.”

“Will,” Faith decided to do a different tack and play on Willow’s forgiving side, “I made a mistake; you’re right, I am kinda fucked up. I need your help, I need to be good again.”

She forced her face into what she hoped was a woebegone expression, all sadness and guilt. It almost seemed to work, as for a second Willow’s lip seemed to quiver as if she was about to relent and her brow creased as she thought about what Faith had said. But after a few moments hesitation she shook her head, “I wish I could believe you, but you’ve shown you can’t be trusted,” she paused, “I think we’ll start with you licking me out and see where we go from there.”

Faith tried to struggle, but it didn’t seem to make any difference as her head moved downwards and her mouth opened. She wasn’t sure if there was a tiny bit of muscle control left as she licked her lips, she hoped not. Willow opened her legs as Faith’s face got nearer, showing the Slayer her pink, moist hole. If Faith had been a bitch, she’d have said that the snatch looked succulent, as she wasn’t she refrained from mentally commenting.

“There, there, Faith,” cooed Willow, “Come on in.”

Faith felt Willow’s thighs closing around her ears, crushing at her. The redhead’s hands ran through her hair as if it was strands of flax and Willow was a weaver. Faith’s open mouth slid over the pussy lips and her tongue moved out. She could feel it probing and prodding at the inside of the damp slit, dabbing at the walls and sweeping up the wet lubrication. The cum ran over her tongue and into her taste buds. To Faith’s surprise she didn’t dislike the taste, though she would never, ever admit that - to do so would be to say that she’d sucked another girl’s juice and that would be tantamount to shouting to all Gehanna, ‘I’m a bitch who pleasures my top’.

“MMmnnn, that's so good Faith,” breathed Willow, “This is the best eating I’ve had in ages…”

Willow wasn't exaggerating. She struggled to think of the last time she had it this good. The answer hit her like a stabbed to the heart as she remembered her dear, sweet Tara. Memories tainted by loss filled the redhead's brain momentarily before Willow forced them out of her mind, moving away from that sweeter time to this much harsher reality. For what felt like the millionth time Willow reminded herself this was what had to be done, that Faith bought this on herself, etc. Eventually these thoughts seem to be overwhelmed along with the rest of her body as she experienced the most amazing pleasure.

"Ooooohhhhh, you're so good." Willow panted, thrusting herself forwards, "You’re a natural Faith."

Faith wanted to say that as she was under the redhead’s spell, none of it was her and she certainly wasn’t a natural bitch. However, all she could do was lick, pushing her tongue harder and deeper into the redhead’s twat. Faith’s face burrowed deeper, her nose was stuck so close to the slit, that she was almost suffocating with the alluring musky odour, as it ran up her nostrils and captivated her senses. The harder Willow made her lick the stronger the smell and the more it seemed to waft to Faith’s brain. And more it hit the brain, the sharper the signals her brain sent to Faith, a horrible tattoo she couldn’t escape, constantly gnawing at her, ‘You’re a bitch, you’re enjoying this, you’re a bitch, you’re enjoying this.’

‘No’ Faith wanted to scream, ‘This is a spell, I hate being here.’

But her mouth couldn’t open to speak, only to drive her tongue deeper and deeper into the bitch witch. The redhead was making little rumbling noises and pushing her titties together. Her eyes were closed and her lips were wet as her tongue slid back and forth over them. Faith couldn’t help, but drive harder, pushing her tongue into her ‘lovers’ clit. Above her Willow rocked like she was a groupie at a KISS concert, “Aaarrrrghhh, go on Faith, lick my cunt clean.”

For someone who said she wasn’t going to enjoy it Willow was a damned fine actress, thought Faith. Not only did she have the moves and lines down pat, she was also pumping out cum so fast that Faith was struggling to lap it all up. Part of Faith hated that, but another part of her felt tiny stabs of pride at what effect she was having on the witch, even if it was outside her control. Her tongue slammed into the clit, which was quivering like a palm tree in a tropical storm and was as wet as one in a monsoon. Willow screeched again, her thighs gripping Faith in a headlock, “AAAarrrrrrghhhh, oooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh. That’s it slut,” the witch squealed.

Faith wasn’t ready for the deluge of girl cum which exploded from Willow like a Tsunami. It flooded down Faith’s throat, choking her and she coughed and spluttered as more went up her nose. It splashed into her eyes and down her face, spraying down like a waterfall to soak her front. It was so humiliating that Faith almost cried, except any tears would have been lost in the welter of liquid that was drenching her face. That, and the fact she had never thought she would ever make anyone cum so emphatically. Willow lay back and Faith found herself standing waiting as the redhead regained her composure. Eventually Willow sat back up, a beaming smile on her face, “I’d have said that was alright, except I guess you know you were better than that.”

“I had nothing to do with it,” Faith said stiffly, “I was under your control remember.”

Willow gave an enigmatic smile, “You’re mouth wasn’t, you were doing it all naturally.”

Faith didn’t reply, she felt as if her stomach was a bottomless pit, surely she hadn’t licked of her own accord, it was a lie by the redhead to humiliate her further. But part of her knew that when Willow’s pussy had been in her face the one thing that wasn’t under the spell was her tongue, but faced with the sexy slit her tongue had gone against her. She wondered how her body could rebel, disgust welled up within her as she realised that it couldn’t do what she didn’t want it to do; it must have been some sub-conscious desire. Faith shook her head, that couldn’t be right; she wasn’t a bitch, she was a top. The Dark Slayer looked defiantly at Willow, “Fuck you bitch…”

Shaking her head sorrowfully Willow stood up, “I thought you might have learned your lesson… but since you haven't... strip and then rip up your shirt into strips.”

“Fuck you bitch,” repeated Faith with feeling. But even as she was spitting out her hatred with her mouth she was stripping and then tearing her shirt into long strips.

“Kneel down and hands out,” said Willow. Faith did as she was told, she had no choice and she knew it. She put her hands out in front of her like she was praying, she guessed what was coming next and wasn’t surprised when Willow picked up one of the rags of sheet and roped her hands together. The redhead tied the spare end to the metal bed frame, seemingly impervious to Dark Slayer’s scowl and her hate filled face. Willow stepped back and from under the bed pulled the small chest, where the prisoners could keep their pitifully few personal possessions. At first Faith thought that the redhead was going to open it and pry through her belongings to find one of the strap-ons, but Willow made no move to do so. Instead she pushed it towards Faith.

“Get up and lie your stomach on this and raise your tush,” said Willow.

“No,” snarled Faith. She made a supreme effort to stop herself doing as the Witch instructed. But it was no good, within seconds she was lying over the chest, her face staring at the floor and her ass raised to the ceiling. She turned her head to see the redhead staring at her ass lustfully. The way Willow looked at her ass reminded Faith of what had happened last night, which naturally fuelled the Slayer's rage, but she forced herself not to say anything. The last thing she needed was to antagonise the Witch into stretching her asshole again.

The thought did cross Willow's mind, as it had done throughout the day, the Dark Slayer's current position only increasing her desire to give Faith's ass a pounding, however at the moment she had a different type of pounding in mind.

Turning away from the beautiful sight in front of her Willow walked over to the small sink in the corner. When the redhead turned back she was holding her hairbrush. Faith tried not to gulp, she was a big girl, way too old to get spanked.

“Faith,” began Willow, “I’m going to give you a chance. Apologise and I’ll let you go. Otherwise….”

The redhead hit the back of the hairbrush into her palm. The smack echoed round the room like a gunshot. Faith was almost tempted to apologise, they would only be words and she’d could always break any deal later; and she wasn’t a tiny tot to feel Mommy’s hand. At the same time it would be another sign of weakness, not only would Willow be able to control her, but Willow would know she was able to control her. Faith forced a smile, trying to look more confident and stronger than she felt, “I said fuck you bitch.”

Willow gave a sigh, “If that’s how you want to play it…”

Faith craned her neck as Willow walked behind her, until the redhead was out of sight. Faith could hear her, or rather she could hear the hairbrush as it swished through the air as the witch made a few practice swings. Faith turned her head back to look at the floor, she could feel herself tense as she waited for the blows. But Willow seemed in no hurry, it was almost as if she was teasing Faith, or perhaps like an expert torturer she knew the fear was worse than the reality. Faith scrunched her eyes close and gripped her hands closed so tight she could feel the nails did into her flesh.

“One last chance…” Willow leant over and murmured in Faith’s ear.

Faith was so close to breaking, it was only the belief that giving into the witch would be even more humiliating than being spanked that stopped her begging for mercy. But she was so near that she could trust herself to open her voice, at best anything she said would come out as a dull croak, at worst she would start to plead at Willow. Instead she shook her head and waited.

Willow paused for just long enough for Faith to start to believe the witch was bluffing. Then she brought down the hairbrush. There was an explosion, of pain and noise, as the plastic slammed into Faith’s ass. Her buttocks were tight, but such was force they still trembled. Faith gritted her teeth and remained silent.

“Count them out,” ordered Will.

“No,” coughed Faith, she couldn’t control her body, but she could still control her mouth.

“Okay then,” Willow didn’t seem put out by the disobedient reply; indeed it sounded like she’d expected it. The redhead brought the brush down again, “Two.”

It hurt as much as the first blow, a burning, bruising stream of agony. Faith clenched her fingers tighter.

“Three,” sang Willow as she brought down the brush again.

Still Faith kept quiet, but a tear forced itself from her eyelid. She knew why and it wasn’t the pain; she was a slayer - slayers laughed as their fingernails were torn out and flaming torches were thrust under their feet. It was the humiliation, she was being spanked and spanked hard; that was bad enough - she might have been able to cope if it was Buffy or a big bad like Drusilla or Darla. But to beaten by Willow Rosenberg, Sunnydale geek and minor witch, that was an embarrassment to far.

“Four, five,” Willow brought down the brush twice in a successions so quick the two bangs merged almost merged into one thunderclap.

“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” there was no rhythm, Willow seemed to bring down the brush at a random time and aimed anywhere on Faith’s bottom. The Slayer couldn’t see her ass, but she imagined the perfectly toned and tight buttocks were starting to show their punishment, all red, brown and blue. Faith’s tear dropped from her eye, rolled down her cheek and onto the floor. Another one formed in it’s place.

“Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine,” the blows drove Faith into the chest and she arched as her pussy slid over the smooth cold wood and metal; it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.

“Fifty, fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four,” Willow said as she slapped the hairbrush down. The gunshot sound echoed round the room. Faith knew she couldn’t stand it much longer, but she also knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Except…

“Ninety five,” sang Willow merrily, “Ninety six, ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred.”

Faith burst into tears. Not just a trickle either, but a full explosive flood, accompanied by a loud bawl. The slayer didn’t care who heard, she just couldn’t help herself. Her whole life was a mess, she was a fuck up, stuck in tiny cell with her ass being whupped; and by the dorkiest witch in Christendom. Louder and louder Faith wailed; harder and harder Willow spanked, pushing Faith’s ass beyond pain and into a dull numbness.

The numbers began to merge in Faith’s mind, “Ahundredfiftyahundredfiftyoneahundredfiftytwoahundredfiftythreeahundredfiftyfour,” but the spanking never stopped.

Bang… Bang…Bang… the hairbrush streaked down, battering butt cheeks into submission. The physical pain was gone, or at least didn’t matter. All that Faith could feel was the humiliation and that she could do nothing about it; perhaps she deserved it, perhaps she was nothing but a bitch after all...

“A hundred eighty five, a hundred eighty six, a hundred eighty seven, a hundred eighty eight, a hundred eighty nine.” Willow sung out.

For the second night in a row Faith would be sleeping on her front.