The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

4.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Joyce’s crotch shook as Faith knelt between her legs, the forty-something’s silk robe open, her thighs hooked over the Slayer’s slender shoulders, and Faith’s wide open mouth lodged around her cunt, the brunette sex kitten’s tongue darting artfully around her nether lips. “You bad, bad, bad girl!” Joyce squealed in delight, her fingers squeezing the chestnut-maned bombshell’s skull as she unnecessarily held her in place. The woman’s butt rose off the couch, pushing Faith’s head back as she gagged on hairy pussy. “OH YES!”

“Mom,” Faith heard the door open and Buffy speak despite Joyce’s exultant cries and the mother’s heavy thighs wrapped around her ears. “It’s me, I’m home and I brought a guest, Mrs. Gwendolyn Post, a Watcher for Faith from England.”

A Watcher? Faith’s hopes rose of an escape. The nubile teen attempted to pull away and look to see what this new Watcher looked like, but Joyce’s grip remained steady. “I don’t think so dear,” Joyce purred. “Keep licking.”

Faith nodded even as she slavishly obeyed, her tongue driving in and out of at the witch’s trembling pleasure-hole. “What is going on here!” trilled an English-accented voice. “This is completely unacceptable! Why didn’t Mr. Giles inform me of this debauchery?”

”Because he doesn’t know, and he never will,” Joyce’s voice was Artic-cold. “Faith is mine and will remain so.”

”I represent the Council Of Watchers, and that girl is my Slayer-.”

“Bored,” Joyce’s tone was devoid of humour, “Buffy?”

“On it Mom.” Faith heard the sound of fist hitting flesh and then a body crashing to the floor.

”Well done dear,” Joyce grabbed Faith’s mane and pulled her away from her hairy bush. “Now be a love and get the Compulsion Ink from upstairs and the rope from the shed. Faith, you strip this insolent bitch and bend her over the table for me.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers.” Faith crawled over to the knocked out woman and quickly stripped her naked, revealing a toned, athletic physique. That accomplished, she picked the slumbering Watcher up, slung her over her shoulder, and carried her into the kitchen.

”Very efficient girls.” Faith beamed at the praise. On the one hand she wanted out of this lesbo hooker hell, not to mention her own will back, but on the other, no-one had ever praised her as much as Joyce did, and the fifteen or so orgasms a day were a hell of a bonus. “Now I want her tying face down, ankles and wrists to the table, then add restraints across her waist, shoulders, and head.” Joyce clapped her hands together. “What are you waiting for?”

“Yes Mrs. Summers!” Faith said as she joined Buffy in tying the naked Watcher down, the rough hemp reddening the Englishwoman’s pale skin.

The Watcher was only starting to wake when the last of the restraints was secured. “You can’t do this to me!” Her squeal was half-muffled by the fact her face was pressed into the table. “I’m a Watcher of the Council-.”

”And I don’t care,” Joyce coldly interrupted before looking at Faith. “Faith, my strap-on is on the coffee table, be a dear and go and put it on.” Joyce looked back towards the tied down woman. “Last year, my daughter’s boyfriend lost his soul and started killing people, including a member of my harem. I couldn’t tolerate that, so I eliminated him.” Joyce laughed softly. “I did that to one of the most feared vampires in history, what do you seriously think I’m gonna do to you?”

Joyce looked towards Faith as she strode back in. “Ah, you’ve put it on, good girl. Drill Post’s ass with it. Oh and Faith,” the busty Slayer shivered with delight when her dominatrix tenderly stroked her glossy mane, “this bitch was going to take you away from us. Don’t be gentle.”

”Faith!” Genuine terror entered Post’s previous sneering tones. “Don’t you dare-.”

”Scream all you like,” Buffy laughed cruelly as Faith walked up behind the restrained English-woman. “When you’ve been inked, what my mom says goes.”

“As you will find out. A lady of your age isn’t normally to my taste, but needs must as the devil blows,” Joyce commented as Faith grabbed the Watcher’s slender hips.

“No, no, no.” The Watcher babbled in terror as Faith shoved forward, four inches of the dong entering the woman’s dry anus in one painful stroke, Faith’s dark eyes opening in shock as the cock pushed back against her clit, pressing down on it like a lover’s touch.

”Yes,” Joyce smiled at her, reaching over the squealing Watcher’s body to French Faith as the dark-eyed slave pulled out, “it feels divine doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, Mrs. Summers,” Faith panted as she pulled the cock out of the whimpering woman’s ass and then rammed her hips forward, sinking it still deeper, the other end slapping happily against her pleasure button. This time, the wailing Englishwoman took six inches, Faith pulled half-way out and then went forward again, the forty-something’s tight, virgin ass reluctantly spreading a little more.

”Oh god!” Post whimpered as Joyce inked her back. “Please, make her stop!”

Faith looked towards Joyce for guidance. “No, dear,” Joyce shook her head, “you keep going until that rubbing makes you cum.”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers.” Faith returned her attention to dragging the cock back out of the Watcher’s protesting dryness and then pistoning forward, this time keeping going until her crotch hit ass, her thick cock lodged up the sobbing Englishwoman’s anal passage.

”Wow,” Buffy knelt between Faith’s legs and began licking at her wetting hole, “Faith’s really getting into this.”

Faith moaned as Buffy’s tongue stroked her red lips, hips trembling slightly as the blonde’s tongue slid up then down her cleft, then teased in for a kiss, just brushing against her nether lips, every touch electric. “Faith, don’t forget what you’re supposed to be doing.”

”Sorry Mrs Summers.” Faith hurriedly dragged her cock out, Post’s anal ring stretching with her and began speeding up, now that Post was open all the way, it became marginally easier to shove in, and that, added to Slayer strength and her eagerness to please, meant she was soon pounding the Englishwoman’s previously sacred hole, stretching her loose. In and out she went, her hips blurring, every press against her clit inflaming her passions, every caress of Buffy’s mouth making her shiver with delight. Excited sweat slid down her curves, her tits bouncing with the force of every impalement, her nipples pebble-hardened by arousal.

And then Faith let out a low cry, her legs shaking as Buffy drank at the fluids dripping out of her trembling well.
“Excellent,” Joyce smiled at the two Slayers, “now unfasten our guest please.” Joyce looked towards the whimpering Englishwoman. “You’re to never say a word of what happened here, return to England and never leave there again, resign your post as Watcher, and take a job somewhere that grants you easy access to a lot of lesbians, at a gay bar perhaps, and work on giving and receiving plenty of climaxes from them. If you disobey me, the link will let me know. Okay?” Post nodded wearily. “Good,” Joyce put a hand on Faith’s chest, quickly squeezed a tit then pushed her to the floor. “Now get on your knees and lick Faith out. Call it an apology for trying to take one of my girls from me.”

”Yes Mrs. Summers.”
Faith moaned deep in her throat as the now red-eyed Englishwoman dived onto her glistening pinkness, her tongue stroking her moistness. “Yes, yes,” Faith panted as Post continued, the curvy brunette grinding her swelling hips in a circle, making sure the English tongue attacking her touched every inch of her labia. “Yes, yes,” Faith moaned, her nipples hardening still further when the tongue-caressing ceased but was replaced by a series of reverential kisses up and down her cunt, every lip-lock making her hips bounce.
“Wow,” Buffy sneered with a laugh. “Looks like Mrs. Doubtfire’s a quick learner.”
Then the Watcher was tonguing her again, not just licking her nether lips but diving deep into her pink tightness, every touch provoking a slight fluttering. “Yes!” Faith’s hips bucked, her ass rising off the tiled floor when Post’s teeth nibbled at her sensitive lips. “More! More!”

The Watcher obeyed, her tongue delving deeper and faster into her cunny. “Oh god!” Faith threw her head and wailed, the thick mane that had fallen over her lustful features blown off by the power of her yell. “More! More!”
Her curved behind rubbed back and forth on the tiled floor as her hips bucked. Sometimes the Watcher’s tongue would just rive in and shoot out, other times it would slow, teasingly stroke one of her walls and then shoot back out, the unpredictability making Faith’s stomach cramp and flutter. Then Post’s teeth chowed down on her shaking pleasure button. “Oh fuck!” Faith let out a triumphant wail as her juices leaked out. “I’m cumming!”
Then Joyce had Post by her hair, pulling her off Faith’s still discharging honey pot before pointing at the naked, sweaty beauty. “Have a look at that cunt, who does that cunt belong to?”

Post looked up at Joyce, humiliated tears still drying on her face. “You, Mrs. Summers.”

“Yes,” Joyce nodded. “Now take one more look at her because you’ll never see her again. Then get your clothes and get out!”
* * *
“Hello Faith.”

”Hello Mistress Willow,” Faith greeted as she strode into Willow’s house, dressed only in a raincoat.

For herself the beaming red-head was clad in a black vinyl, red-trimmed strapless bustier that pushed her creamy-white tits up and together. The bustier ended just above the witch’s crotch, the costume’s g-string having obviously been excluded for tonight, while frilly red suspenders hung down, fastened to black silk fishnets that clung to the witch’s slender legs.

“You like?” Willow beamed at her as she put her hands on Faith’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

”Yes Mistress Willow,” Faith nodded. “Totally hot.”

“Thank you, now get rid of that nasty raincoat, I’ve been wanting to see your goods ever since Buffy showed us your photos.” Willow gasped as she obeyed, tugging open the raincoat and allowing it to slide down her naked body. “Oh yes.” Suddenly Willow’s bald pussy was in her face. “Eat me!”

Faith didn’t need a second invitation to eat such pretty pinkness, after extended training sessions with Mrs. Summers and Buffy, pussy was fast becoming her favourite food. Willow’s sweet scent filled Faith’s nostrils as the naked slave placed her hands on the witch’s inner thighs and blew cold air on her molten core. “Ohhhh,” the witch squirmed and panted.

The busty brunette reached up to spread the Jew’s thick redness, driving her tongue deep into the now open hole. “Ohhhh,” Willow’s painted-black finger-nails dug into Faith’s head, holding her against the witch’s writhing crotch, Faith’s tongue twisting and diving against her, every lick garnering a moan and shiver. Faith's tongue darted in and out, from side to side, and up and down, the intensity of her tonguing varying from the vigorous to the gentle, the Witch's sweet juices leaking into the Slayer's open mouth, all accompanied by the nerd's excited panting. "Yes, yes," she whinnied, "keep doing that you little bitch. Oh, oh, just there!"

Soon the excited witch’s juices are dripping down onto the curvy bombshell’s face even as her tongue fucked in and out of her pussy, the witch bobbing up and down as Faith reached behind to grab some ass, pulling the witch’s cunt tighter against her. Faith’s tongue slid in and out, rubbing against her velvet tunnel’s walls as the Slayer’s nose pressed continually against the witch’s excited clit.

“That’s right,” Willow panted as her hips moved up and down as Faith turned her attention away from the witch’s leaking cunt and to her clit, taking it in her mouth and suckling on it, her tongue teasingly stroking at it. “You’re just a dirty little whore, who gives great head!” Faith grunted as the witch squealed, her hips tightening around Faith’s head, she shivered as the witch’s hands glided up and down her naked back, gently caressing her satin skin. “Keep fucking me with your slutty mouth!”

Faith’s responded by sliding the tips of two fingers up and down the witch’s trembling labia, the labia’s twitches increasing in intensity, then forcing the two fingers in and out of her molten hotness, her tight channel flexing eagerly around them, unwilling to let them go. Then her teeth bit down on the throbbing pleasure-button between her legs. “Oh yes!” Willow squealed, her crotch pushing down on Faith’s face, creaming it with her juices. “Oh fucking yes!”

Willow pulled away with a whimper. “Yes, that was so good.” Willow looked down at her subservient plaything. “That mouth of yours can do amazing things.” Willow turned on her heel and walked into the lounge. “My parents are away at conferences, so I have plenty of time for play-time.” The witch knelt on all fours on the coffee table and looked coyly over her shoulder at Faith. “Rim and finger me.”

Faith stared at the witch’s milk-white ass for a second, anticipation drying her mouth then nodded as she knelt behind one of her many harem superiors, hands gravitating to her silken, alabaster hips, palms reverently stroking the flawless skin, the red-head moaning lowly at her every touch. “Yes Mistress Willow.”

“Oh yes,” Willow barely muttered as Faith began slavishly kissing and licking her rear, covering each cheek with kisses while constantly squeezing them, “you fucking tease, oh what a mouth.”

“Keep doing that, keep doing that.” Willow’s moans increased as Faith spread her buttocks and pushed her tongue in-between her cheeks. At first the Slayer contented herself with teasing foreplay, just kissing her rosebud and softly running her tongue up and down her back passage, leaving a trail of wetness in her wake, but never probing into it.

Faith smiled at the witch’s happy babbling even as she upped the ante by stroking her fingers up and down the witch’s bald twat, the tips of her fingers just poking at the red-head’s clit. “In me,” the witch panted as she shoved her hips and ass backwards, “now!”

”Yes Mistress Willow!” Compulsion sent the nude beauty face-first into the witch’s ass, her tongue diving into the red-head’s puckered rosebud.

”Oh goddess!” Willow wailed with delight as her anal passage was softly invaded. “Yes! Yes! Deeper you little tramp! Deeper!” Faith’s fingers stopped rubbing against Willow’s twat and teased their way inside, the witch’s pussy clenching tightly around the probing digits, the witch’s body starting when she twisted them around inside her. “More!” Willow panted. “Faster! Deeper!”

Once again compulsion compelled Faith to obey. Her beautiful face pressed into the witch’s shaking behind, the busty Slayer endeavoured to stop stroking the witch’s anus with her tongue and began fucking it in earnest, while also upping the fingers thrusting in and out of the Jew’s cunt to three, her other hand reaching around aggressively rub at the witch’s shaking clit.

And that was enough to send the witch into orgasmic orbit, her strangled cries filling the air as the red-headed nerd threw back her head and screamed her ecstasy, her hand reaching back to grab hold of Faith’s head and push it down onto her gyrating behind, ensuring the Slayer kept on eating her ass until Willow was good and finished with her.

Just as breathing was about to become a problem, Willow released the grip on her head and rose, her legs shaking as she turned to face Faith. “Lie on the table.” The moment the busty brunette had obeyed, the nerd lowered her cunt onto Faith’s eagerly waiting face.

“Oh, oh,” the witch let out a wild pant as Faith’s tongue stroked up and down her cum-juiced nether lips. In seconds Willow’s own mouth was pressed against Faith’s cunny, sucking rather than licking at her honey pot, the sound of the two teens’ carpet-munching filling the air. “Oh god,” Willow continued to whimper as she sucked at Faith’s core, her own crotch grinding erotically against the Slayer’s face.

Faith moaned, hips tilting as she changed her attack to soft kisses of the witch’s labia, the witch mechanically responding in kind. Then Faith changed to tongue pokes of the red-head’s labia, again the witch returned the favour, their juices dripping wonderfully into one another’s mouth. Then Faith’s tongue returned to gliding up and down Willow’s labia, the witch following suit again.

And then Willow got impatient, and sent her tongue driving into Faith’s wet hole with all the subtlety of a punch to the gut. Faith’s hips rose off the wooden table in response, her breath shortening as she returned the favour, driving her tongue up into the witch’s hot cunt. The duo drilled one another’s twats at an increasing rate until finally the two nubiles came with simultaneous cries, their juices spurting out, and the duo lapping at one another’s juices until Willow rose with a gasp, her face smothered in Faith’s cunt juices. “Get on your hands and knees,” the witch instructed.

The moment Faith was in position, her knees lewdly apart, her rounded rear pointing up, and teardropped tits dangling down, nipples hard from excitement, Willow began walking around her, cool eyes examining her prize. “I’m going to simultaneously fist your ass and cunt, Faith. What do you think of that?”

”I’d love that!” Faith honestly replied.

”But even if you didn’t, you’d let me wouldn’t you?” Willow commented. “Why’s that?”

”’Cause I’m your bitch, Mistress Willow,” Faith dutifully replied.

Willow giggled. “Now that’s settled.”

Faith moaned deep in her throat as the witch sat behind her and began trailing her fingers up and down her anal passage and labia, at first barely touching, feather-light in fact, but then with increasing pressure, but still not penetrating, just rubbing. Rubbing harder and harder. “Oh, oh, oh,” Faith panted, her head raised to watch the witch’s ministrations.

”Head down Faith, press that head into the wood, there’s a good girl,” Willow ordered, displaying her command of even how Faith held herself.

”Yes Mistress Willl-, owww!” Faith had barely moved into position when the fingers teasing her pussy pulled away, reached up and pinched her tit, pain flaring through the dangling mound.

Willow laughed before returning to stroking Faith’s slits, the witch giggling slightly at Faith’s huffs, puffs, and involuntary twitches. “My, you’re getting quite the sweat on,” Willow taunted after about ten minutes of the teasing, sweat dripping off the aroused brunette plaything. “I wonder what will happen it I do this-.”

”Oh god! Oh god!” Faith’s head shot up, her eyes bulging as Willow viscously pinched and twisted her clit, a spurt of cunt juices following immediately afterwards as she over-heated with passion. “So goodddddd!”

”Faith, head down.”

”Sorry Mistress Willow.” Faith obediently put her head back down and returned to sweating, gasping, and shaking.

After another couple of minutes, the witch finally relented in her teasing, easing a pair of fingers into each of the Slayer’s tight holes, twisting them as she did so, diligently spreading the narrow passageways. “I’m going to take it slow,” Willow taunted as she eased her fingers down the holes and then gradually withdrew them, the walls clenching around her retreating digits. “At first anyway.”

“Thanks you Mistress Willow,” Faith replied as rounded her ass swayed back and forth, completely at Willow’s bidding, like an erotic puppet. “Thank you Mistress Willow,” Faith moaned as her tits swung back and forth, sweat gleaming on her satin skin as the witch increased to three fingers. “Thank you, oh thank you.”

At first the nerd was as slow with three fingers as she’d been with two, but eventually she grew tired of being gentle with the biker babe and began pumping harder and faster, the increased intensity adding to the volume of Faith’s gasps and grunts, the Slayer seemingly no longer capable of speech. “OHHH! UFFF! GAAA!” A couple of minutes later, and all eight fingers were steadily pumping their way in and out of the alluring brunette’s tight holes. “OOOF! AIEEEE! GAAAA! AHHHHH!” Then the witch yanked her fingers out.

“I’m going to stuff you full Faith, you’re going to love it you little whore!” Willow taunted.

"UNGHH!!! OOOHHHH!!" Faith groaned as her pussy and ass were forcefully invaded by two hands at the same time. “GAAAAAAAAA! SHIIIIIII!” Willow’s hand forced its way into Faith’s pink warmth with surprising ease, popping into her twat all the way up to the wrist in less than a minute. “AAAAAH!” Faith wailed as her ass struggled to stretch to take the hand trying to work its way into it, the determined witch twisting it from side to side and pulling it back and forth in a frenzied effort to achieve her goal. “OHHHHHH!” Faith’s teeth gritted together as she squealed and grunted. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

The moment both hands were inside her, Willow began twisting and turning them, stretching the bulging-eyed beauty’s most private places, seemingly rubbing against every nerve cluster inside both of the highly-sensitive holes. “Gaaa, aaah, ooooh,” Faith gurgled and groaned as the witch’s fists gave her a thorough fucking no cock or dildo could match. “Ohhhh, eeeee, gaaaah, aaaah, ahhh,” Faith’s cheeks reddened with excitement as they expanded and deflated, the dark-eyed temptress huffing and puffing like a train racing for the station.

“There you go!” Faith’s legs shook as Willow stopped stretching her holes and started hammering her, her knees slightly lifting off the table with the force of some of the intrusions. “I’m double-fisting you!” Willow shouted as she pumped Faith’s stretched holes. “How do you like that?”

”UUUUUUUUUUUH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! EIIIIIIIE!” Faith couldn’t reply, she didn’t even hear the words, all she was aware of was the throbbing in her nether regions, the blood rushing in her ears, and the pounding of her chest, her mouth slightly open, drool running out of a corner as she struggled for air. A heat filled her, burning her up from the inside. And then her back arched as she screamed, her pussy and ass collapsing and convulsing around the invaders as the laughing witch punched her to climax, stars erupting before her eyes as juices spilt from both holes in unison. “AHHHHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Willow giggled as she yanked her fists out and wiped them off on Faith’s hair. “Buffy’s right, you’re quite the slut. The gang is going to have a lot of fun with you!”