Breaking Faith

A/N: What follows are just snap-shots of how Willow and Kennedy use their plaything when not pimping her out to their friends. After this, it's the three-part finale and then it's all over.

Snap-Shots

Faith looked up at the sound of the doorbell ringing and the door swinging open seconds later. “Hello,” a nasal voice spoke, “Mario’s Pizza, a 12 inch Hawaiian pizza, one garlic bread, and one onion rings.”

“Thank you,” she heard Willow reply. “Your payment’s on the coffee table through there.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

The nubile Bostonian looked over her naked shoulder as the lounge door swung open to reveal an acne-featured, bespectacled Pizza delivery boy stood in the doorway. By contrast Faith was knelt over the coffee table, her bare boobs pressing into it. “I got your payment right here,” she purred.

”Oh wow.” The young man’s Adam’s Apple bobbled up and down as he began hurriedly unfastening his belt and moving towards her. “The others told me about this place,” he babbled, “but I thought it was just a joke!”

* * *

“Ahhhhh! Aieeee! Oooooh!” The night sky over the tennis court was dark, the stars obscured by clouds. Not that having a quick game of tennis was uppermost on Faith’s mind right now.

Instead she was bent double over the court net, her white blouse by her sneakered feet, tits swinging free, and pleated skirt bunched around her waist, firm ass jutting upwards and long legs wide apart.

“Aaaaaa! Gaaaah! Yaaa!” Faith squealed and wailed. Willow and Kennedy were still in their tennis regalia, but they weren’t exactly playing the game either. Willow’s racket handle was stuffed into the sultry pet’s pussy, the dark-eyed beauty’s cunt constantly clenching around the unusual intruder, the busty beauty’s juices leaking down her shaking legs. “Aaaaa!” Faith’s eyes bulged as she thrashed wildly around, her climax crashing over her. The weary beauty lay limply over the net as Willow pulled out.

”My turn,” Kennedy eagerly demanded.

* * *

The sun beat down on the dark-eyed lovely as she laid across the picnic table, the cool wind stroking her naked body. The once-rebellious Slayer shuddered as the high school senior behind her thrust in and out of her receptive pussy, his heavy hands clinging to her tiny waist and clawing at her flawless flesh. The sultry slave couldn’t have uttered a protest at her treatment if she’d wanted thanks to the other senior with her head in his hands, pulling her hot mouth up and down his veiny member.

“Aaaaah!” the two boys grunted in unison as they shot inside her, filling her with their loads, her nubile body shaking in by now instinctive ecstasy. She’d been very sexually responsive even before entering her owners’ service, but months of training had her coming at practically a touch, no matter how clumsy or inexperienced the lover.

For a moment there was nothing but panting. Then Kennedy spoke up from her seat on the adjacent bench, her owner’s voice coolly mocking. “We haven’t finished our meal yet. Why don’t you boys continue your fun?”

Mistress had barely completed the suggestion when the school boys flipped Faith onto her back, rounded boobs bouncing upon landing. The two teens then quickly changed position, the one who’d cum in her mouth taking her ankles, placing them on his shoulders and thrusting deep into her pussy, grinning at the moment of maximum penetration. The other simply grabbed her head and pulled it up as he thrust down, burying his cock deep into her throat, balls bouncing off her forehead..

”Ah Toy.” Willow giggled. “She might not have been much of a student, but she’s always willing to do her bit for school spirit.”

* * *


“Oh god!” Faith moaned and groaned as Willow magically inflated her tits, the naked Slayer laid out on the kitchen table, her boobs engorging with blood, the flesh stretching to take in their magically-induced growing spurt. “Oh goddddd!”

”How big are you going to make them, Will?” asked Kennedy, the REAL Slayer avidly watching her treatment, fingers between Faith’s spread legs, fondling her bald twat.

”Well they were 34 C before and very nice too,” Willow paused to wipe sweat from her forehead. Faith’s back arched as another growth spurt took a hold, her enlarging tits swelling and bouncing as the magic took a hold. “I figure I can inflate them to 38 GG!”

Kennedy giggled. “Our little slut won’t be able to stand after that, Will!”

“I know,” Willow giggled. “But she only needs to be on her back and knees for us to play with her! And then in the morning I can shrink them back.”

“If we want to,” Kennedy slyly suggested.

”I can always bring them back later,” Willow soothed.

* * *

“That’ll come to two hundred dollars,” the shop owner declared.

Kennedy grinned as she looked around the stylish boutique and finally to Faith. Faith was stood wearing black fishnet stockings with a white garter on her left thigh, a v-front, black and white vinyl corseted top laced-up the back with ruffles down the side that pushed her tits up and out, and a black and white aproned mini that just about covered her panty-less tush. Her outfit was completed by a frilly black and white headpiece, an elegant black choker replacing her usual leather collar. “You can take your payment out of her, whatever you want.”

All in all, the perfectly sexy French Maid.

The shop-owner, a small elegant dressed man with a pencil moustache, stared at her then giggled. “I’m sorry dear, I’m gay,” the man shook his head.

”Huh,” Kennedy looked unimpressed. “Toy, touch your toes.”

“Yes Mistress,” Faith obeyed, her tiny skirt shifting up and over her ass to leave her behind poking out for anyone to see.

”Now,” the buxom Slayer started slightly when Kennedy brought her hand down hard on Faith’s fleshy behind, hard enough to leave a handprint, “have you ever had a boy with skin as soft or ass as round as this?” The on-display slave shifted uncomfortably when Kennedy tugged one of her ass cheeks to the side. “Or had an anus so pretty?”

The shop-owner giggled, his hands reaching over the counter to experimentally squeeze the docile Slayer’s rounded behind. “Oh what a peach,” he giggled, “I’ll give it a try.”

“Good, and Toy?” Kennedy grabbed her mane and yanked her head back. “I don’t intend on paying, make sure he enjoys himself.”

“Yes Mistress,” the enslaved beauty replied.

So that was how Faith ended up in the dressing room, her top on the floor, her face and bare tits rubbing against the wall mirror, the shop owner’s perfectly manicured hands on her upward-tilted hips and his sizable cock ploughing in and out of her ass, every penetration accompanied by a loud squeak. And then she felt him release, his cock spurting deep into her bowels, hot sperm filling her.

Before he could blink she was on her knees before him, his cock sliding through her lips, her tongue working the member, and hand gently wrapped around his root, eyes fixed on his balls as she planned a ball-sucking later. “Oh my!” the shop-owner squeaked as he looked down at her. “Not even my boy-friend will take my cock after it’s been up his ass! You dirty girl!”

* * *


“Now hold your pussy lips apart for me. Good girl,” Willow purred as she obeyed. Faith moaned in disbelief when her owner took her slim cell and eased into her moist hole. Willow stared at her for a second before walking towards the door and peering out. “Kennedy dear, I’ve lost my back-up cell, could you ring on it the landline?”

”Sure Will.”

“Ooooooh!” Faith gasped, back arching and butt rising as the phone inside her began to vibrate. Willow giggled as she watched Faith’s pliant breasts jiggle, sweat flying off the naked slave as the phone continued to vibrate inside her, rubbing up against her sensitive pussy as it jumped about. “Waaaa!”

“Oh Kennedy!” Willow had tears of laughter streaking down her face as she watched Faith’s frenzied writhing.

Kennedy’s eyes widened as she walked in the room to find Faith bouncing up and down. “What’s up with Toy?”

Willow giggled. “I found my phone and it’s inside Toy and set on vibrate!”

“Oh Willow!” Kennedy giggled. “I’ve got a cell too!” Kennedy grinned as she peered down at the writhing slave, Faith horny pants filling the room, the tamed beauty’s full lips parted in a continual plea for release.

”Well set it on vibrate and put it in!” Willow prompted.

* * *

Faith decided the club owner was the largest man she'd ever seen, close to seven feet tall and about five obese hundred pounds, his custom-made suit not hiding his rolls upon rolls of fat. His eyes were deep-set in his face, and the club's light gleamed off his bald
head.

"Here's the deal," Willow said, "we get four of your girls for a free private party, all our drinks comped." Willow looked towards her and grinned. "You get her for the night."

"Either put her on the stage, she’s an awesome dancer" Kennedy added. "Or take her into your office, it's up to you."

The club owner rose, his hand reaching out to tug her bra top off, her breasts bouncing into his grasping hands. "Come with me, girlie."

"Yes sir," Faith guessed she'd be spending the evening bent over his desk.

* * *

“And tonight!” Willow shrilled. “I bring the entertainment!”

The witches’ coven cheered as Toy entered, the sexy Slayer wearing a witch’s pointed hat, her dress a black, transparent off the shoulder number that ran from mid-cleavage to a mid-thigh handkerchief hem, hiding precisely nothing. Faith noted there were about ten women in Willow’s coven, their ages ranging from around Willow’s to their fifties, mostly white women, but one black and two Orientals.

“Well,” Willow grinned at the coven’s reaction, “what are you waiting for?”

In seconds the coven were on Faith, ripping her hardly-there dress away. Hands grabbed at her tits, squeezing the alluring flesh and tugging on her hardening nipples. Several of the women gravitated to Faith’s near-perfect ass, caressing and stroking it, her flesh pimpling at every touch, and even splaying it to study her pink asshole. More than one hand slid between the on-show beauty’s legs and rubbed at her mons, every touch met with a welcoming, encouraging moan. Encouraged by her reaction, soon several hands were stroking at the Slayer’s smooth pussy lips and a number of fingers making their way into her tight slit. “Ooooooooh.”
A hand in the small of her back pushed Faith forward until her hands were resting on her knees, her ass pointed upwards. “Ooooooh,” she squealed as once again her ass-cheeks were pulled apart, this time far less gently than before.

”Hasn’t she got the prettiest little anus?” Willow giggled. “Why don’t you try it!”
“Ahhhh.” Faith gasped when a finger was worked into her butt-hole. “Gaa,” the Slayer grunted as a second and then a third finger was worked into her tight asshole, twisting inside it. “Oooooh.” Thanks to Slayer healing it’d be as tight as ever in the morning, but right they were spreading it, and not at all tenderly either.
The women laughed mockingly. “Willow, you said she was delightful, but we had no idea!”
In the meantime no less than two women also had three fingers each in the brunette temptress’ over-stuffed cunt while a third had her thumb fixed on the Slayer beauty’s pulsing clit, rubbing furiously at it as the women giggled and laughed at her aroused reaction. Soon the once-rebellious warrior was rocking back and forth on the fingers filling her holes, excited sweat glistening on her nubile body and dangling boobies swaying hypnotically. "Look at the little slut go!" one of the women whispered. "She loves it! She's starting to fuck our fingers!"
“You did a good job training this bitch,” one of the women complimented Willow. “She’s a real whore.”
“Oh I know,” Willow gushed. “It was hard work training her, but such fun too.”
Listening to them talk about what she was made Faith’s arousal grow and her juices flow even more. Faith began moving faster up and down their probing fingers. Some of the other women who weren't lucky enough to be among those with their fingers in the alluring beauty’s ass or cunt, begin playing with her bouncing breasts again. Taking terrible, unforgivable liberties with her firm young globes. Twisting and toying with them, taking her pink little nubbins into their mouths and suckling and nibbling on them, Faith groaning with delight at both the pain and the pleasure. “Oh this little whore has no shame!” laughed one woman, her hand clawing at Faith’s hair, pulling her head back so they could laugh and jeer at just how helplessly aroused their whore for the meeting was.
”Hey,” another giggled, “don’t complain.”
“Whose complaining?” laughed the first.
“Swap!” Willow let out a cry.
A cheer went up as Faith was lifted into the air, legs spread so her dripping slit was totally exposed. As Willow used magic to hold the sexy Slayer spread-eagled in mid-air, every one of the ten women took their turn in stepping forward to laughingly play with the well-trained slut’s cunt. Some of them pulled her lips apart and looked deep inside the wet hole, some toyed with her little clit as it peeked out from under its hood --cooing about how cute it looked. Some grabbed on her lips and tugged on them, experimentally discovering just how far they would stretch from her luscious body. Others felt up the once-feared Slayer’s hairless pussy, making her whorishly tempting body twitch helplessly. Most of them just jammed their fingers deep inside and watch with mocking delight as the tamed seductress helplessly fucked herself on their digits, riding them like a bucking not fucking bronco.
Then suddenly all fingers are pulled away. “Nooo,” Faith sobbed tears of frustration running down her high-boned cheeks. “Please, more!”
“Goddess, she really wants it,” one of the witches laughed, “Willow you should be proud of the job you did will this whore.”
“Thank you,” Willow replied, “but she always was a slut, a delightfully beautiful one, but one with an attitude, but I soon got rid of that, didn’t I, Toy?”
Faith nodded meekly. “Yes, Queen. You showed this bitch who was boss.”
The group laughed again at Faith’s grovelling before positioning the obedient play-thing back in her bent-over position, her ass tilted upwards. “Oh yes,” the Slayer murmured as the fingers were re-inserted in her cunt and bunghole. Faith began re-humping the fingers, grunting each time the digits are re-inserted. “Yes, yes, yes,” Faith chanted as her climax approached. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sweat dripped from her brow as she looked down and watched the women abusing her sweet titties, pinching and twisting the flesh, tugging on it, the witches laughing at every pained grunt or hiss their actions caused. “Hurt my titties,” she pleaded, “that’s right, give it to your bitch!” Faith’s gasp turned to a long moan. “Yes! Yes! “Yes! Yes!” Suddenly Faith’s juices gushed out, soaking the fingers inside her. “YESSSSSS!!! I'M CUMMMMIIINNGGG!!!" Faith screamed, throwing back her head, hair bouncing in tandem with her jiggling sweet ass and fat jugs.
Eventually the women stopped their groping and set Faith down on the coffee table, the once-defiant Slayer tamely allowing them to take her arms and legs and lasso them together, her limbs stretched out over her, the rope’s other end tied to the ceiling light. In seconds the witches have themselves divested of their clothes, revealing bodies that ranged from the flabby, to the muscular, to the lithe, and the scrawny. “Now girls,” Willow giggled, “how much of the broomstick do you think our girl can take?” The coven cheered as Faith gulped at the gnarly broomstick Willow raised over her head.

It appeared it was going to be one of those nights.

* * *

“Oooooh!” Willow wailed as Faith licked and lapped at her pussy. The water sloshed and rippled around the naked Slayer as she kept her head buried between the moaning witch’s legs. The witch was laid out on the side of the pool, her eyes closed as she writhed and wriggled in reaction to Faith’s skilled workings. Kennedy was behind Faith in the pool, one hand playing with the Slayer’s pliant breasts, the other sliding three fingers in and out of her twat. The sun beat down on the naked trio as they celebrated Faith having finished work constructing the garden’s pool, the moment the work had finished, Willow having magically filled it with water and Kennedy having ripped Faith’s hard hat, denim cut-offs, and tool-belt off before throwing her into the pool.

“Keep going,” Willow’s back arched as Faith took her clit between her lips and began suckling, the Slayer thrusting two fingers between the witch’s legs, rubbing furiously at her labia. “Oh yes,” the red-haired lesbian’s ass rose off the ground as Faith worked two fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out in tandem with the trio Kennedy was working out of the enslaved beauty’s twat. “Oh yes!” Willow wailed as she came, Faith pulling out the fingers and replacing them with her eagerly working tongue

She licked at her owner’s pussy, pausing only to shake and tremble as she came, her twat convulsing around Kennedy’s fingers. “Swap?” Kennedy asked as she popped her fingers out of Faith’s fuck-hole.

Willow whined. “Alright.”

* * *

“Oh dear! Oh goodness! Oh my!”

The sultry beauty licked dutifully at the old woman’s hairy slit, tongue sliding delicately up and down in-between reverent kisses. The older woman responding to every touch with a shriek or a pant, her manicured nails pinching Faith’s bare shoulders.

The nubile Slayer was completely butt-ass naked in the stacks of the local library, knelt up on a pair of hard-back books, her legs wide apart as she lapped at the crotch of the near retirement librarian, her owners looking approvingly on. The woman was unbelievably responsive, Faith had only been at her crotch for ten minutes, and yet her face was already covered in cunt juices.

“Oooooh! Ooooh! You naughty girl!” The librarian threw her head back and shrilled as she shook and trembled, more juices spilling out onto the brunette beauty’s face.

”What is going on here?” Faith looked up to see a florid-face balding man in his forties peering at them.

”A party,” Willow’s eyes briefly darkened. “Don’t you want to join in?”

After a long leer at Faith’s submissively proffered charms, the man smiled. “Don’t mind if I do.” The male librarian walked behind the Slayer, kneeling between her spread legs, his hands reaching up to squeeze, stroke, and rub her bubble butt.

Then she heard a zipper being pulled down and felt a thick knob-end being stroked against her pussy. “Oooo,” the man groaned as he pushed into her, her pussy clenching welcomingly around him.

”I never thought Toy would be so enthusiastic about learning,” Kennedy laughed.

* * *

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Kennedy’s back arched as she laid on the morgue table, the fluorescent lighting illuminating her as a bent-over Faith lapped and licked at her twat, Willow’s hands on Faith’s hips, the witch slowly thrusting her strap-on in and out of the sexy sub’s snug twat. The enslaved Slayer was naked except for a white doctor’s coat, the doctor’s coat bunched over her waist and her jacket open so that her titties dangled freely in easy reach of Kennedy, who took the proffered opportunity to cup the juicy melons, squeezing tightly in response to Faith’s every lick.

“Do you like your surprise, baby?” Willow cooed as her flat belly slapped into Faith’s rounded ass, then pulled back until only the tip remaining inside her pussy, and then eased it back in.

”Oh yeah,” Kennedy moaned, her back arching again, sweat beading down her inner thighs, the REAL Slayer starting to shake in pre-orgasmic joy, “thanks.”

”Well I know you’ve got a thing,” Faith moaned as her own climax approached, Willow continuing to talk, “for that actress in that sci-fi show about a morgue!”

”You’re the -,” Kennedy’s ass rose off the cold morgue table as Faith’s tongue slid inside her pussy, “best, Will!”

* * *

“Where are your tickets?”

Willow smiled at the scrawny cinema usher before looking towards her. “We don’t pay for anything. Do we Toy?”

“No Queen.” The beautiful brunette sunk to her knees before the usher. In seconds her head was bobbing up and down the fortunate man’s cock, tongue furiously massaging the scrawny member and her hand doing the same with his balls.

Unsurprisingly the boy hadn’t had sex in quite some time and his cum was soon flooding down Faith’s throat. “Well,” Kennedy smiled, “the film’s a hundred minutes long. Maybe the two of you can find a closet to occupy yourself in for the length of the film?”

The usher stared at the beauty knelt at his feet. Kennedy grabbed Faith’s top and lifted it, flashing him the enslaved beauty’s curved breasts and firm, flat belly. The boy gulped before looking at the submissive Slayer’s owners. “No need for tickets.”

Willow patted Faith on her head. “That’s what I thought.”

* * *

“Time for your pussy whipping bitch!”

Faith nodded eagerly as she moved into position. The sultry Slayer knelt on the floor and leaned back until her head was touching the ground beneath her, her legs wide apart. “I’m ready Mistress,” she declared.

“Good girl.” Kennedy pointed her three-pronged flogger at Faith’s pussy. “This is for your own good, Toy,” the Slayer softly declared.

“Yes Mistress,” Faith replied. “You and Queen take real good care of me.”

Kennedy laughed softly. Then the flogger came down with a crack. “Take it bitch!”

“Aaaaah!” Faith squealed as pain blazed through her pussy, the other Slayer never held back when it came to a good pussy whipping. “Jeez!” In just a few strikes her twat felt like it was on fire, her pussy lips swelling and welting under the remorseless onslaught, every blow delivered with calculated accuracy. “Ahhhh!” Her body jerked uncontrollably under every blow, sweat glistening on her naked body. “Ohhhhh!” Soon her twat was criss-crossed with welts, both lips bruising. “Yoooow!” Kennedy grinned at her discomfort, the Slayer taking it as sign to vary up her attack, sometimes pin-pointing Faith’s aching clit, but usually sticking to her inner thighs or stinging cleft. “Oh god! Owwwww! Oooooh!”

“My turn!” Willow announced as she stood, her weapon of choice a thick leather belt. “Ready, Toy?”

“Yes Queen.” Faith didn’t know what she’d done to deserve two such wonderfully attentive owners, she was just glad she had them.

* * *

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Faith shrilled and moaned as she swung from her hanging place, arms stretched out above her, the man standing below her relentlessly fucking her, his cock pounding in and out of her.

Upon arrival at the deserted gym, the ruggedly-built owner has ushered them into the weight room where Faith had worked out wearing only her cotton socks and matching headband, striking many a provocative pose. She’d worked out for hours, using every piece of equipment, pushing herself until she was sweat soaked, her body glistening and gleaming in every mirror of the glass-walled gym. And then Kennedy had had her stretch, showing off her flexibility for the approving gym owner before taking her wrist straps and tying them and her to one of the gym’s chin-up bars, leaving her dangling in mid-air.

Which was where she now hung, the man’s arms hooking her legs at the knees, his head in her tits, constantly licking at them as he thrust in and out of her, Faith helpless to do anything but hang there and take her rough but enjoyable fucking. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sweat flew off her with every thrust, her body shaking and jiggling constantly.

“You realise we already have a gym at home,” Willow commented.

Kennedy giggled. “I know, but I thought this would be fun.”

”Ohhhhh!” Faith wailed as she came, her body shaking in orgasmic glee, sweat flying off her nubile frame.

”Oh it certainly is,” Willow agreed. “Where next? Laid on one of the bench press benches, sat on one of those shoulder press machines, or bent over that padded rowing machine?”

“What’s the hurry?” Kennedy giggled. “Why not all three?”

* * *


“Oooooh!” Faith writhed and wriggled as her body threatened to explode with a combination of pain and pleasure, sweat beading down her naked body. She was suspended mid-air in the dungeon, tied spread-eagled from four ropes hanging from the ceiling. With an ice mould of a foot long cock stuck in her twat, freezing her special place, even as a ceiling-set candle dripped hot wax onto her belly. And her humiliation was only compounded by the rope tying her tits down, the rough hemp cutting into her tit flesh and the pulsating steel clamps forcing blood into her nubbins even as a butt-plug pulsated in her ass.

Her discomfort only increased when one of her owners’ friends, the members of the S&M club she’d become very intimately familiar, would approach, and either use her mouth, feel her up, or somehow torture her. Each trying to out-do the last in the ways they abused her, some even allowing their subs to play with her.

Truly she was the lowest of the low.

“How long do you intend to leave her there?” she heard Kennedy query.

”Oh the length of the party,” Willow replied.

Faith sighed with relief, she was just glad these parties were only once a month. She loved to serve, but afterwards she always hurt like hell.

* * *

“Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!” The English lady’s horn-rimmed glasses were steamed up as her back pressed against the sink.

The woman’s cunt was pressed into Faith’s face, the naked brunette lapping furiously at the woman’s long slit. Her stewardess’ uniform of black vinyl mini and zip-up midriff top lay discarded beside her. Since the plane had taken off the seductive plaything had been in this position on the orders of her owners, sucking, licking, and fucking the first class passengers on the flight to Australia.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” The Englishwoman squealed as she came. After a second the woman straightened and pulled her skirt down from over her waist and her panties up from around her knees. “Most satisfactory.” The woman giggled as she staggered out of the airplane’s toilet, stroking Faith’s long mane as she did so. “I’ll be back later.”

The door had barely closed when it swung back open, a portly businessman striding in, his zipper already undone. “Bend over and grab a hold of the toilet.”

Faith eagerly moved into position, legs wide apart and ass wriggling invitingly in the air as the man took up position behind her. As the man pulled his dick out and positioned it at her pussy entrance, she heard Willow laugh and comment outside the toilet. “Toy’s going to double the world’ Mile-High Club membership before she’s finished!”

* * *

“Ooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Gaaaa!” Faith squealed and panted as she knelt on her hands and knees in the middle of a bowling alley, naked except for a pair of yellow and pink bowling shoes. “Deeper! Push deeper!” she begged. The entire salad-dodging bowling league had stopped their matches to watch and marvel at the degradation of the glistening beauty. “Oooooh, please.” Faith glanced over her shoulder, full lips opening in a seductive moan as she watched Willow slowly but firmly work a bowling pin in and out of the once sassy warrior’s sopping pussy. “Yes, yes, oooooooooooooooh.”

“Ooooh! Goddddd!” The curvy Slayer shook and trembled as her twat tingled and throbbed around the unusual sex toy as the wicca twisted and pushed it around inside her. “Aaaaaaa!” Faith shook. “More, more, oh please!”

Faith wriggled and writhed with every thrust. Her jugs jiggled up and down, sweat flying off them, and full ass wobbling. The heat in her pussy steadily increased until the simmering volcano erupted.

”Yesssss!” Faith screeched as she came, cunt juices flowing down her silken thighs. “Ooooh,” she moaned as Willow gave the pin a final twist before yanking it out to the crowd’s cheers. “Fuccccccck!”

”On your back,” Kennedy ordered, pin in hand, “legs apart. My turn.”

”Yes Mistress,” Faith mumbled as she obeyed.

* * *

“So you’re a fan of the Red Sox are you?”

“Yes sir.” Faith moaned as the coach flipped open the buttons on her soft, pink-striped vintage baseball dress. Her boobs, belly, and legs gleamed in the moonlight as she leaned back on the empty bleachers.

“Very nice.” The man’s wrinkled hands travelled up and down her soft skin. “Very nice.” His hand examined every inch of her sleek lines, stroking, squeezing, and rubbing every inch.

“I’m a big fan,” Faith whimpered as the man began kissing her neck. The man’s lips pressed against hers, tongue working into her mouth, hands cupping her boobs, squeezing, and probing her fleshy mounds.

The coach dragged her dress off her, leaving her naked, silky-smooth flesh pimpling in the cold night air. Faith groaned, hips arching, as she heard the man’s zipper slide down and felt his cock end at her wet opening.

Her high butt rose off the bleachers as the man entered her, hairy testes slapping against her. Perhaps knowing he’d never have another chance with such a seductive beauty, the man took his time plundering her pussy. At the same his hands were on her perfect posterior, squeezing and pulling her up to meet him, and his mouth on her jugs, kissing, licking, and suckling them.

“Aaaah! Ooooh! Aaaaah!” Faith groaned as her cunt twitched around the man’s cock, her juices spilling out.

”Yessss!” The man groaned as his cock spurted inside her. The coach pulled out and fondly stroked her full locks. “Hands and knees, girl.”

”Yes sir!” Faith eagerly moved into position, ass pushed into the air.

Kennedy chuckled from her seat with Willow three bleachers higher. “Looks like the coach hit a home run.”

* * *

“Mmmm!”

Faith grunted and moaned into the pink bikini top stuffed in her mouth, her denim cut-offs around her ankles. The sexy Slayer shuddered and shook, naked tits and pussy rubbing against the cold marble gravestone she was doubled over, her hands gripping her spread ankles.

The enslaved lovely should have known better when Willow had suggested a midnight stroll. Instead of her expected Slayage, she’d been unceremonially bent over the first gravestone they’d passed and used as her owners wished, the only use her stake got was as a dildo rammed up her twat.

“Ummmmf! Ahhhh!” the tamed tramp wailed and shrieked as a final thrust of her stake sent her cunny quivering into another climax, juices spilling out. Suddenly the wooden phallus was yanked out and several fingers interested, twisting and pushing. “Oooof! Aaaah! Ooof!” Faith somehow knew it was going to be a very long night.

* * *

The empty garage was only lit by a single flickering light bulb and silent except for the mechanic as he thrust in and out of the sultry beauty’s fuck channel. As for Faith she was sprawled over the gleaming hood of Willow’s Porsche, the cum from her earlier blow-job still staining her face. The curvy Bostonian’s boobs rubbed on the black metal surface as the mechanic wrapped his greasy hands around her tiny waist as he pulled her unresisting body up and down, thrusting forward so he could penetrate her. Her cunny clenched responsively around the fleshy prick inside her.

“What’s happening Will?” Kennedy asked behind her.

”Toy’s paying for my car service by giving the mechanic a service,” Willow explained.

”Oh,” Kennedy said, “I need some tires for my SUV.”

”Not a problem for my mechanic is it?” Willow asked.

”Ooooh,” the man groaned as he came inside her twitching hole. “Not at all.” The man pulled his cock out and prised her full glutes apart. “I’ll just have to do some trunk work first.”

”Trunk work,” Kennedy laughed. “I like that.”

* * *

The wind stroked Faith’s naked body as the sun beat down on her, the same wind gently swaying the surrounding redwoods and bushes. The wild grass beneath her tickled her back and ass as Kennedy finished tying the guy-ropes to her wrists and ankles, and fixing the attaching tent pegs to the ground, leaving the helpless Slayer spread-eagled on the top of the slope beside the nature trail.

Willow ran up the trail, an excited look on her face. “I just cast a lust spell on a scout troop marching up here!” Willow beamed. “A whole gang of innocent virgins to deflower themselves on our pet!”

Kennedy kissed Willow. “I’m so proud of you.”

Willow beamed at Faith’s fellow-owner. “This’ll be fun!”

* * *

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Faith squealed and wailed as Willow pulled her locks back with one hand while driving her fingers in and out of her tiny anus, fingers twisting first one way on the way in, and then the other on the way out. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Faith's full lips parted in a continual scream, the Slayer's sweet ass feeling as if it was on fire. "Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!"

"Jeeez," Kennedy looked down as she walked into the lounge to find the naked Slayer knelt on the floor, the domineering Witch knelt beside her. "Faith doesn't usually yell that much when she gets an ass-fisting from me."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Faith squealed and writhed as the witch's fingers spread inside her ass. "Godddddddddddd! Godddddddddddddddddddd!"

"Yeah," Willow smirked, "but you don't normally dip your fingers in the mustard sauce before doing it."

"That's just evil!" Kennedy giggled. "I'll go and get the Tobasco Sauce jar for my turn."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"