Gehanna

Flying solo, how does it feel?” Tracy Strauss stood in front of Elle Bishop and flicked a speck of imaginary dust from the younger guard’s leather halter-top.

It didn’t feel like she expected if Elle was being honest. She had expected a fanfare of trumpets, a big speech, possibly some cake and champagne, but all that had happened was that Lilah Morgan has accosted her as she’d come in and told her she was patrolling on her own. That was it, her first solo patrol, recognition that she trusted and capable and it was marked by the Governess briefly popping her head round her office door and closing it whilst Elle was still thinking whether ‘thanks’, ‘thank you’ or ‘right, boss’ was more appropriate.

At least Tracy had acknowledged that this was Elle’s big day, as none of the other guards seemed to have noticed that it was Elle’s big day. They were too busy changing from the jeans and T-shirts of everyday life into the black leather and rubber uniforms, clipping truncheons and strap-ons to their uniforms and plumping up their titties so they bulged out the front. Elle clipped her own dildo to the side of her uniform, reaching down to make sure it was properly attached as she’d been trained. Tracy flicked away another imaginary speck and took a step back. Elle straightened, flexing her back and pushing her bosom outwards and upwards, “I feel fine,” she said.

Tracy looked her up and down, eyes critically examining for a scuffmark or a hair out of place. Finally she nodded, “Yeah I think you’ll do,” she smiled at the younger guard again, before reaching out and giving her a sisterly pat on the hand, “You’ve got Annex 72, in Wing C. It’s Faith’s corridor and she normally keeps them all well in hand so it should be easy, but you’ve got your radio. Any trouble just holler…”

“Okay,” Elle touched the radio just to make sure it was safely there. She wasn’t expecting trouble, but it was good to be prepared.

Again Tracy gave her a sisterly pat, “Have fun… and remember to take a perk or two, there’s some very nice sluts on your beat.”

*

There was a clunking noise from the door. Dawn opened her eyes and looked at it. It was still closed, but the sound was that of the automatic lock disengaging. Beyond the metal the teen could hear the sound of Prison Butt Fuck coming alive, as tops, bitches and sluts left the cells they’d been shut in all night. Together with their babble of conversation, Dawn could hear the stamp of the guards’ boots on the walkways and their voices, harder and more businesslike than the inmates. In the distance a tannoy began to bark out instructions, ordering a patrol over to C-wing where a couple of tops were fighting over a bitch.

It was hard for the young brunette, it was only a few days ago that her biggest worry was getting her homework done on time. Now she was imprisoned in a mystical jail, where more than one inmate lusted after her virginity. Dawn closed her eyes again and sighed, well her maidenhood was safe, Buffy would see to that. The only person who possibly, and even then it was unlikely, that could have taken Buffy down was Faith. And Faith was probably at this moment being magiced by Will into a very uncomfortable position.

There was a sleepy grunt from Buffy. The blonde Slayer was still asleep, lying protectively in the same bed, her arm hung over Dawn. The Slayer snorted again, the noise outside pushing her to the edge of consciousness. For a second Dawn thought Buffy was going to wake, but after a few seconds her sister relaxed and the only sign of life was her hand moving a few inches back to rest on Dawn’s waist. Dawn gulped inwardly, ever since they’d been flung into Prison Butt-Fuck Buffy’s entire focus had been on protecting Dawn’s innocence. Dawn was grateful, she didn’t want her memories of the first time to be spread-eagled whilst half a dozen fat slappers took her in the gym. But at the same time, Prison Butt Fuck seemed to do something for the libido - in Dawn’s case rising it to levels she’d never felt before. She was sixteen, was perfectly healthy and not unattractive; Dawn felt it was about time she got herself fucked.

At first as she felt this feeling she hadn’t been fussy, well not exceedingly so, whilst she hadn’t wanted to be Rosie’s fucktoy, she’d have been perfectly happy been bent over by Faith or even Cordelia and Harmony. Not that she was going to mention this, Buffy wouldn’t have approved. But the younger Summer’s fantasies over who she’d loose her virginity to had quickly changed; lying in bed with Buffy next to her. Dawn could only think about the blonde holding her tightly against her firm body, about Buffy’s sweet breath blowing over the brunette’s back, about the Slayer’s long blonde hair tickling and brushing against Dawn’s skin. Even just imagining it set Dawn’s stomach into loops of lust.

Moving her hand down she surreptitiously touched her slit. Buffy’s lips smacked together, invisibly chewing something and her hand moved again, “Dawn…” she murmured dozily.

Dawn moved her hand away from her pussy. It was bad enough that she was starting to get the hots for her sister, it would be too gross and embarrassing for words if she woke up Buffy by frigging herself too energetically. Dawn sighed and gritted her teeth in frustration - she was so horny she could burst, but there was no way she could relieve herself with Buffy in the bed. She moved slightly, turning so that she could see her sister’s attractive face. The Slayer looked angelic, a vision of sexual beauty and most importantly, like she was going to remain asleep for the next hour or so.

Slowly Dawn undraped her sister’s arm from her. She got out of bed, careful not to do so to quickly and risk rocking it enough to jog Buffy out of her slumbers. The Slayer murmured something indecipherable and kept her eyes closed. Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as she stripped out of her PJs and into the horrible orange overall. Still on tiptoes she walked over to the door and opened it. The sound of the metal scraping across the floor seemed to be deafening, but obviously it wasn’t as loud as Dawn imagined as the Slayer stayed asleep, or perhaps it was and one of the Slayer powers was the ability to get a good night sleep. Slowly Dawn shut the door again, she didn’t want the din from the corridor waking Buffy up before she returned; it would only lead to panic.

Turning round Dawn started to walk down the corridor; she was sure in a prison this size she could find a small bit of privacy. She smiled, her imagination was already starting to develop a scenario about her lying on a beach as Buffy came out of the ocean…


*

Both gritting her teeth and onto the chair tightly Lilah Morgan came hard, the tight walls of her pussy clamping down on her fingers which she continues pumping in and out of herself as her eyes continue to be glued to the screen.

In her time working as governor of Gehanna Lilah had quickly become dull to the constant sex around her. She had to as to not become completely lost in the debauchery going on all around her. The sight of a naked woman barely affected her anymore, and the sluts downright disgusted her. The only time she would allow herself to give in to the powerful sexual energy of the prison was when she was alone in her office, the blinds pulled and the door firmly locked with a stack of videotapes, all containing footage from the cells of the latest arrivals. The new Summers residence was predictably dull, but what went on in the cell of the other new arrival made the governor cum harder than she had done in a long time.

Since she had arrived Faith Lehane had been quite a nuisance but despite what she had told Cordelia and Harmony she had provided some entertaining breaking ins. Lilah had been too busy the other night to see the Slayer's latest conquest, but last night she had watched in amazement as the conquering Slayer became the conquered. Seeing the bad-ass Faith the Vampire Slayer getting her ass fucked and spanked as well as being made to eat pussy had brought Lilah off harder than she had in quite some time, and the sensations were not dulled now she was watching the footage again the next morning.

Again her eyes darted to the screen showing the live feed into the Lehane... or perhaps now the Rosenberg cell, Lilah eagerly awaiting the performance on the videotapes to be repeated.

*

For the second morning in a row Willow awoke to the beautiful sight of another woman's naked ass. Like on that other morning what happened came rushing back to her and again she felt the urge to apologise and try and make amends, but she had tried that again last night. She had given Faith another chance like Buffy had wanted, like her conscience had wanted, and Faith had tried to ass fuck her again. The thought of it made Willow angry, and horny, but against her better judgement she again gave the Slayer a chance, or at least she tried too, "Good morning Faith."

"Fuck you bitch." Faith replied.

It was a similar response as the morning before, but noticeably softer and less forceful. Stepping a little closer Willow could see a reason for this might be because of the butt beating she had given Faith last night, the Dark Slayer's ass still a little sore looking. Slayer healing should have dealt with that by now and the redhead could only conclude that either this was another part of Gehanna's magic or that she’d got more carried away than she’d thought. On the bright side, Faith's backside looked kind of cute all covered in pink and red marks, that ass somehow looking even more fuck-able than usual.

Willow licked her lips. The things she could do to the helpless Slayer... but she should give the brunette a chance, if nothing else for the sake of her conscience, "Faith... what would you do if I released you from the puppet spell?"

Faith opened her mouth to let out an instinctual reply, thought about it, and then said in an almost convincing tone, "I'd leave you alone."

The redhead sighed, "I at least kind of wish I could believe you, but I'm getting the feeling that you still haven't learned your lesson."

"Why don't you release me and find out?" Faith challenged.

"I'm gonna, but first I wanted to make something clear." Willow said, "I can cast the spell on you again in seconds and since I'm more powerful than the average witch I'll be able to cast another spell before lunch, so no matter what you do this morning I'll be ready for you tonight. The only difference is if you co-operate I’ll go easy with you and as long as you don’t touch me or Buffy and Dawn I’ll let you do what you want. Within reason anyway…, but if you force me to cast a spell again then I'll just have to come up with an appropriate punishment... like say making you go for a walk around Gehanna naked so all the other prisoners can see your freshly whopped ass."

"You wouldn't dare!" Faith snapped, though her eyes suggested she believed Willow was perfectly capable of carrying out her threat.

"Try me." Willow said coldly, "I'll probably be fucking your ass again too, so maybe I'll have you march over to the tops' breakfast table and have you wiggle your bruised, gaping ass at them."

There was a moment's pause and then Faith said through gritted teeth, "Fine, I'll do whatever the fuck you want, but I fucking swear Red sooner or later you're going to be lying face down on my fucking bed with my dick in your ass."

Willow sighed and wondered if Faith new she was sealing her own fate or the cocky loudmouth just couldn't see that she might as well have been begging Willow to turn her into her bitch.

Almost the second Willow lifted the spell Faith planned to jump up to try and KO the redhead before she had a chance to recast the spell, but the Slayer was able to stop herself. The Witch was no doubt anticipating that reaction, as she would be for a while. Faith had to play along, at least at first, if she was to have any chance of turning the tables back to how they should be.

After a few seconds of waiting for the Slayer to do something Willow cautiously knelt down behind the brunette, slowly reached out and slid her hand over the soft and yet incredibly firm cheeks of Faith's rear. When the Dark Slayer still didn't react the Witch became increasingly bolder until she was flat out groping the other girl's butt, occasionally squeezing that well rounded ass so hard she was pinching it as her mind raced of exactly what to do next. After debating for quite a while, because she wasn't sure and not the cause she was simply enjoying groping Faith's bottom, Willow finally decided, raising her hand up and her hard down on the brunette's bubble butt, "Count."

"Owww, fuck you!" Faith snarled.

"What did I say about co-operating?" Willow shot back.

There was a moment's silence and then Faith began to count, "One... owww, two... owww, three... owww, four... owww, five..."

Like last night there was no real rhythm or pattern to the spanking, Willow just bringing her hand down on a random part of Faith's butt cheeks at a random speed, force and time, constantly leaving the Slayer to guess where, when and how hard the next strike would be.

There were two noticeably big differences though, both having the same goal of making the spanking softer than the one Willow had given Faith last night. This goal was achieved through the fact that Willow was using her bare hands instead of a hairbrush or anything else, and the fact that in between each hit she would massage Faith's butt cheeks in a way which ensured the Dark Slayer couldn't possibly be experiencing the same amount of pain as before.

The reason for Willow taking a softer tactic should have been obvious even to Faith, but the Witch intended to make sure the brunette knew exactly why this was happening after the spanking. For now the redhead was caught up in the moment, concentrating almost all her efforts on spanking the Slayer, the whole time keeping an eye out for her to try something.

"Owww, eighteen... owww, nineteen... owww, twenty... owww, twenty one... owww, twenty two..." Faith continued to count, her fingernail digging into her still bound hands as she fought the urge to tear them apart and attack the Witch.

By the time the torn shirt bounding her wrists had been dealt with the spell would be recast and Faith couldn't afford for that to happen, so she had to take what she was given, continue to count and think about what she was going to do to the redhead when she had the chance, and above all else stop herself from crying like last night.

Bursting into tears the way had been the most humiliating moment of Faith's life. Everything had just gotten to her, the bad-ass Slayer unable to cope with geekie little Willow Rosenberg dominating her for the second night running, first with a butt fucking and then with a spanking. It had haunted Faith all night and now as the humiliation threatened to overwhelm her again she had to fight back the tears, the memories only making the current situation worse.

After a couple of particularly hard slaps a tear did finally slid down her cheek, more as a result of Faith not knowing how much longer this humiliation would continue for than of pain, the Slayer day dreaming of her revenge as she continued counting, "Owww, forty six... owww, forty seven... owww, forty eight... owww, forty nine... owww, fifty..."

"There, that works as a nice taster for you. You cross me again, in any way, then you'll get it like you got it last night, only worse." Willow threatened firmly, her lust turning her confidence from mere act into reality, "Now... open up that chest and pick out the strap on dick that is going to be going up your ass."

As she spoke Willow reached over, released Faith's hands from the torn shirt, and then smacked the Slayer's rear before stepping back and waiting.

Faith could have torn the flimsy shirt and freed herself at any time, but before she could have done anything else the Witch would have recast that accursed spell on her. Now the only thing that had changed was that Faith's fist would make it halfway to Willow's face before the redhead cast her little spell. The Slayer needed to be patient, attack when Willow wasn't expecting it. Until then she had to do what she said.

After reminding herself of that Faith slowly lifted herself up so she could open the chest. Rummaging through it Faith quickly retrieved the smallest strap on in her collection, a tiny nine incher which she had won in a bet and never used because it didn't stretch out an asshole enough. Considering it was her own asshole which was about to be stretched that dildo suddenly looked massive.

"Thank you Faith." Willow said cheerfully, taking the toy from the brunette and placing it down on the chest where the Slayer could see it before stepping in front of the other girl, "Now why don't you get me in the mood with a little pussy licking?"

Gritting her teeth Faith lifted herself so she could reach the redhead's cunt, her hands coming up to grip Willow's thighs for support.

"Hands behind your back." Willow quickly ordered.

Reluctantly the Dark Slayer did as she was told, placing her hands behind her back before pressing her mouth to Willow's pussy and thrusting her tongue deep inside it. Wasting no time Faith began drilling the Witch's hole with her tongue, fucking it hard and deep so she could get this over with.

"Ooooohhhhh Faith... I almost forgot how good that tongue of yours is." Willow moaned, her hand coming to rest against Faith's head so she could push the brunette's face deeper into her twat, "Mmmmmm, that's it, keep eating me. Oh, you tongue fuck me so good."

Willow continued moaning her approval as Faith roughly tongue fucked her, the redhead a little embarrassed at the dirty talk that was falling out of her mouth but she supposed it was another part of Gehanna's magic. Either that or she was just really getting into having her pussy eaten by the big bad Faith the Vampire Slayer.

Either was possible as Faith really was doing a fantastic job of pumping her tongue in and out of the redhead's pussy, moving inside her inner walls to find her most sensitive spots and attack them ferociously. The Slayer even began sucking at her pussy lips, noisily swallowing down a helping of girl cream in between those rapid tongue thrusts.

Part of Willow considered ordering Faith to slow down so she could have more time enjoying the sweet heaven which was the brunette's mouth and tongue, but it felt too good to order her to stop. Besides, Willow was eager to move onto other things, like stretching out the Slayer's ass... after cumming in her mouth first of course.

Faith's main reason for tongue fucking the Witch so hard was because she too wanted to move on to other things, however not the same things as Willow, the Slayer trying to forget that her ass was in for a stretching and tried to concentrate on the ass kicking and fucking she was going to give the redhead the first chance she got.

After being humiliated, now shamefully more than once, by geeky little Willow Rosenberg there was no way Faith wasn't going to get her revenge and there was no way she wasn't going to be rough in doing it. She was going to tear the redhead's shit hole wide open and leave it a gaping mess for days, she was going to beat her ass so hard she'd never be able to sit down again, and she'd drench the bitch's face in so much pussy cream it would practically drown her. And that was just for starters.

For the next few minutes Faith stubbornly concentrated on what she was going to do to Willow when she got the chance, and not on how good the redhead tasted or how her traitorous body seemed to react to being forced to go down on another woman. It worked well enough, until Faith's talented mouth and tongue overwhelmed the Witch and made her cum just as hard if not harder than last night, cream gushing into Faith's face to the point where the Slayer was practically forced to swallow as much as she could to stop herself from choking on the stuff. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

After she'd been to heaven and back, her body still trembling slightly, Willow pushed Faith away and sat back on her bed for a few moments, panting and trying to recover her breath.

"Wow... that was wow... even better than last night I think." Willow grinned as she reached down, picked up the strap on and began slowly pulling it up her thighs, making sure the Slayer watched her do it, "Now, why don't you be a good little bitch and bend over for me."

Faith gritted her teeth, mumbled something under her breath and did as she was told, the redhead quickly kneeling behind her, leaning down and inspecting the puckered hole in between those firm, round cheeks. It seemed impossible but Faith's butt hole looked even tighter than when it had been virgin, perhaps her Slayer healing combined with the healing properties of Gehanna making Faith's asshole tighter than ever before. The redhead couldn't help salivating at the thought.

Leaning in even further Willow spat on Faith's back hole and began rubbing her spit into it with her finger, the redhead grinning about just how tightly wound the Dark Slayer suddenly seemed to be. After a little teasing Willow asked, "Would you like me to open you up with a finger?"

Considering the night she lost her anal cherry had haunted her all through yesterday, and would no doubt one of the rest of her life, Faith easily recognised the words Willow had used the other night. The last time the redhead had forced Faith to ask for it and then hadn't given it to her. Faith hated the fact she might have to go through that again, but if she could avoid some pain it would be worth another humiliation, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Willow pressed.

"Please open me up with a finger." Faith replied through gritted teeth.

"Mm." Willow huffed, letting out one long thoughtful hmmm, "I had a feeling you would... but you really don't deserve it do you? Oh, I know... I'll let you earn it. That seems fair. But how? Mm... let's see... how about, you spread your ass cheeks for me. Show me that pretty asshole."

Faith gritted her teeth so hard they almost broke, the Slayer's mind screaming at her that she should try taking a swing at the Witch even if it had little chance of landing just for trying to humiliate her further, but the brunette quickly realised that that was probably what the redhead wanted. The cunt wanted to push Faith into making her move so she would have an excuse to throw her to the wolves. Faith wouldn't give her the satisfaction, even if she had two further humiliate herself in the process.

There was a long pause and then Willow watched with glee as Faith slowly reached back, gripped onto her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, presenting her most private of holes to the Witch for her to do with as she pleased.

"Good girl." Willow whispered softly as she pushed her finger through Faith's asshole and as far as it could go into her rectum, the redhead licking her lips at the exquisite tightness of the Dark Slayer. This was the first time part of her actual body was inside Faith and Willow marvelled at just how enjoyable the simple penetration was. Sure, her finger felt it was going to be crushed, but Willow knew a spell for fixing that if needs be, and it was worth it for being able to picture just how enjoyable butt fucking Faith for a second time was going to be.

While continuing to indulge in her fantasy of what was to come Willow began pumping her finger in and out of Faith's butt, twirling it around and even pushing it this way and that. When the hole was nicely expanded Willow quickly pulled out and pushed her strap on inside, the thick head pushing its way into Faith's backdoor fairly easily, at least when compared with last time.

It didn't feel so easy for Faith, the Slayer unable to stifle a yelp of pain as her pooper was penetrated and then filled by a dildo which suddenly seemed a lot longer and thicker than she remembered it. After what had to be almost all of it Faith let go of her butt cheeks, those cheeks receiving a hard slap soon afterwards.

"Did I give you permission to stop spreading your ass cheeks?" Willow growled.

"No Will." Faith whimpered.

"Then keep spreading them bitch!" Willow barked, grinning at just how quickly the Dark Slayer's hands shot to her cheeks to spread them even wider than before. After enjoying the moment the redhead slowly pushed forward until her hips were pressed against Faith's hands and butt cheeks, every inch of that dildo buried up the Slayer's butt.

After taking about a minute to simply enjoy the view Willow said, "Oh Faith, your ass is even tighter than I remember. Mmmmm, and it looks so pretty with a big dick inside it. Your ass looks so pretty with my big dick inside it. Keep spreading your ass cheeks for me Faith... I want to enjoy this."

As she spoke Willow slowly pulled out a little so she could see Faith's anal ring stretching obscenely around the dildo slowly exiting it, and when she finished speaking she thrust roughly forwards, burying the strap on back up the Slayer's shitter in one hard movement and squeezing a wonderful little half gasp half moan from the brunette. Whether the half gasp half moan was one of pleasure or pain or both Willow wasn't sure, but as she began slowly butt fucking the brunette the noises Faith was stifling sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure which once again made the redhead feel power in a way magic never had.

Willow had done some extraordinary things in her short life but ass fucking a Slayer into submission easily topped the list. Ok, Faith was still fighting the submission, but it was becoming increasingly clear Willow was going to need to break the loudmouth Bostonian completely to keep her friends safe. It was also becoming increasingly clear Willow was going to really enjoy herself doing it, the redhead unconsciously licking her lips as she watched her strap on sliding in and out of the spread ass cheeks before her, one of the former big bads of Sunnydale, the mighty Faith the Vampire Slayer bent over and spreading her butt cheeks like a good little bitch for her.

It was such a hot sight, and Willow was in no hurry so the redhead had plenty of time to enjoy it. After all, during the first butt fucking Willow had been rough, probably too rough, but she had done it to make a point. Now she was being anything but rough, slowly sodomising Faith with long, steady strokes, pulling out almost all the way and then pushing all the way back in, stretching out the Dark Slayer's shit pipe, making it nice and loose, getting Faith ready for a nice rough pooper pounding which would hopefully get both the brunette and the redhead off real good.

Faith wasn't interested in getting off. Pretty much the last thing she wanted to do in the world was suffer the humiliation of cumming like a bitch with a dick in her ass again, but the Witch wasn't making it easy for her to resist.

The redhead probably didn't even realise it but she was spending so much time stretching out Faith's shit hole that it was causing all the muscles in the Dark Slayer's rectum to relax and loosen until the brunette's butt was not only excepting the massive intruder sliding in and out of it but welcoming it, unwonted pleasure spreading throughout Faith's body which was so unbelievably strong she thought she was about to pop at any moment.

All this pleasure practically forced moans from the Slayer's lips, and no matter how hard she tried Faith couldn't keep them in.

For a while Faith tried to concentrate on the humiliation she was feeling from being put in this position, but it only increased the pleasure, and then a tear ran down her cheek as she realised something horrible that she hadn't quite realised before. The Witch wasn't using magic on her to make her feel this way, and she hadn't been using it the night before either. All these intense feelings were her traitorous body reacting of its own accord to being butt fucked, making it feel like every part of her except her mind wanted to be the redhead's bitch. But that was never, ever going to happen. No matter what Willow did to her Faith swore she would never be her bitch. No, the redhead was going to be hers.

Just as she was recommitting to making Willow her bitch Faith was humiliated again, "You like a big dick in your ass don't you Faith?"

As much as she wanted to say no the hand tracing her clit told her it wasn't worth the pain, "Yes Will... I like a big dick in my ass."

The redhead grinned, "I thought so... and you know why that is? It's because you're a bitch. It's because you're MY bitch."

"NO! Ahhhh." Faith snapped, before crying out as Willow twisted her clit, "It doesn't matter what you fucking do, I ain't ever saying... you'd have to use the puppet spell, and even then we both know I won't mean it."

Willow raised her eyebrows as Faith corrected herself mid-sentence, "We'll see."

Letting go of the brunette's clit Willow gripped tightly to Faith's waist and began steadily picking up the pace, increasing the Dark Slayer's arousal but not butt fucking her hard enough to make her cum. She brought her close enough to make the pleasure practically physically painful as well as mentally painful though, making it obvious to Faith what she was doing.

Faith had done this countless times, and done it better. The inexperienced wannabe top wasn't even bringing her to the edge and keeping her there so she wasn't maximising her bitch's pleasure. Not that Faith was her bitch, but if she had been Faith would have probably been disappointed that she was getting fucked by such a lousy top. But she wasn't a bitch, so she wasn't feeling disappointed. Not even a little.

Quickly Faith realised however while Willow didn't have the skills to bring her to the edging keep her there she did have something the Slayer wouldn't have figured her having, stamina. The Witch ass fucked her for what felt like hours, the sound of the doors unlocking and the dreary voice over the intercom informing the prisoners it was breakfast time coming and going as the relentless sodomy continued.

The additional desire of wanting to eat combining with wanting the humiliation to end, and more importantly for the submissive sexual excitement to end one way or another, was a powerful combination, but in the end it was the fact that now with the doors open and the prisoners walking around someone might come to see her and see what was happening was what finally made Faith humiliate herself further. It was an unlikely scenario but it was one she couldn't risk. Or at least, that's what the Slayer desperately told herself.

"I'm your bitch."

Those words were so soft they were barely audible, especially as there were other sounds which seemed almost deafening coming from elsewhere in the prison as the prisoners got up, walked, talked and fucked, but as a certain Witch had been listing out for those pacific words they sounded deafening.

Willow considered rubbing it in, but it was unnecessary. She had won. Not the war, but a very important battle, and there wouldn't be many more before Faith would no longer be a threat to herself or her friends.

Partly to make sure of this, and partly to bask in her victory, the redhead began powering into the Slayer's pooper, ramming Faith's rectum with the speed and power of an automatic drill. Her hips connected roughly against Faith's hands which were still spreading her butt cheeks, which was not entirely pleasant for either the Witch or the Slayer, however while Willow was almost entirely focused on pounding Faith's butt her eyes were fixed on her dildo drilling in and out of that obscenely stretched shit hole at lightning speed, the beauty of it combining with the power that she felt and the stimulator on her clit to make the redhead cum hard.

At the same time the Slayer let out a guttural cry as if the strap on had skewered her right through her body and was now lodged in her throat, which it might as well have been considering how deep it felt inside her as her rectum walls clamped down on it and she came with a ferocity she had only known once before... on that night she had lost her anal cherry. A tear of utter humiliation ran down Faith's cheek as she came like a bitch with a dick in her ass again, the second time actually seeming worse as she had to deal with the embarrassment of what she had just said as well as the fact that her body was now shaking like she was in some kind of fit.

Once both girls had come down from their climaxes the redhead suddenly pulled out, Willow looking down with a grin at the stretched out mess which used to be Faith's asshole, the once tight puckered flesh now red ringed and gaping. The fact that the Slayer was still obediently spreading her cheeks seem to only make the gaping more obvious, the redhead almost feeling as if the brunette was actually showing off the deepest depths of her bowels to her. It looked kind of painful, but Willow figured given what Faith had been threatening to do to her and her friends the bitch had it coming.

"Wow... that was pretty amazing..." Willow began as she began to get up, but before she had a chance Faith was on her, the Slayer turning around and leaping on her at the moment her defences were down.

It was a daring move which almost worked, the Witch on the floor with Faith's fist flying towards her face before she knew what was going on, but unfortunately for the Slayer she was a microsecond too slow, Willow muttering the spell at lightning speed so the brunette's clenched fist stopped about a centimetre away from her face. Faith struggled with all her might to complete the punch which would have knocked the Witch loopy, if not unconscious, but it was no use, she had lost and she knew it.

Willow tried to put a brave face on but her heart was racing and her body was shaking. She had come within a microsecond of getting her ass kicked and probably then fucked by the dangerous Dark Slayer. As she calmed down Willow realised now more than ever before if she wanted to survive in this room, and in Gehanna itself, without getting beaten, fucked and dominated she was going to have to force herself to be tough and rough, especially with this unruly bitch, "Nice try."

"Maybe next time." Faith sneered.

"Maybe, but you're still mine for now." Willow said, pushing Faith backwards so she could stand up, this time the Slayer unable to catch her off-guard.

"Do your worst Red, I ain't ever being your bitch." Faith spat, "You can use your little magic tricks a thousand times, but I'm going to get you eventually, and when I do I'm going to gape your ass so wide..."

"It will be even more stretched out than yours is right now?" Willow finished for her, "Maybe, but I'm not one who just came hard from being butt fucked so maybe you're not exactly the top you think you are."

"You have no fucking idea..." Faith began.

"Silence." Willow said, the spell kicking in to give her what she wanted, "Like it or not your my bitch, and you need to be punished... I know, since you got my cock all dirty, how about you clean it for me?"

"You can't..." Faith tried as the spell allowed her to speak again.

"Suck it." Willow ordered, grinning as Faith immediately shut up and began doing exactly that, quickly taking the head of the cock into her mouth and bobbing on the first few inches of it before taking it to the back of her throat.

While on the outside she became a eager little cock sucker on the inside Faith was fuming with rage. She was actually being forced to taste her own ass. She, the biggest top in all of Gehanna, was being made to suck on a dildo which had just been up her own ass like... like she was some kind of bitch. And it wasn't the taste or the way she was acting which was the worst part, it was the fact that part of her was enjoying it.

Once again her traitorous body was reacting positively to being humiliated, her cunt burning with desire as she sucked off the Witch's fake prick like it was the most delicious treat. Faith didn't see how it could get any worse, but she was wrong.

After Faith's head bobbed up and down for a while but didn't go any lower Willow grabbed onto the back of her head and pushed her down further, only by an inch, but the result was the cock went further in, sliding down the brunette's gullet. This action caused a surge of power to fly through the redhead's body.

Still upset with Faith for coming so close to turning the tables on her, and making her vulnerable and without magic for at least a few hours if not most of the day, Willow began pushing Faith even lower on the cock, and when that didn't work the Witch began thrusting her hips forwards and back, pumping the Slayer's mouth as if it was a fuck hole.

As the mighty Vampire Slayer and former big bad of Sunnydale who had once so easily bullied her choked and gasped for air around the huge dildo invading her windpipe Willow allowed herself to become lost in the sexual energy Gehanna was pumping through her veins. With her hips smacking off Faith's face in what was becoming an increasingly brutal throat fucking Willow wondered if this was what the other prisoners felt, or whether because she was a witch the sexual magic surrounding this place made her even more horny and sadistic. On some level Willow was hating herself for what she was doing, and even scaring herself while doing it, but she felt compelled not to just punish Faith, but to make her suffer, make her never want to try and cross her again in fear of what would happen.

This was how Buffy found them, even in her desperate and frantic state of mind the blonde halting in her tracks to stare at the obscene sight before her. There were two girls naked in front of her, one kneeling before the other with her asshole looking as if someone had jammed a baseball bat all the way up it and then only recently pulled it out it was so gaping, while the other fucked the kneeling girl's mouth like it was a loose whore's cunt.

Buffy shuddered, not because she was watching her best friend turn a former friend/enemy into a face pussy, but because the sight of it, and the sight of Faith's gaping butt hole, actually turned her on. This place was evil and they needed to leave before she got lost in the depravity her best friend was fallen victim too, "WILL!"

Hearing her nickname being yelled loudly brought Willow out of her trance, and she realised to her horror just how hard she had been fucking Faith's mouth, and the fact that her best friend had seen her do it. Letting go of the brunette's hair, stepping back and ending the puppet spell Willow watched as Faith dropped to the floor, clutching her throat while choking, gargling and wheezing. Turning to her best friend Willow said nervously, "I can explain."

"Later. Dawn's missing, I need you to do a locator spell. Now." Buffy said, holding out a hairbrush with some of her sister's hair still attached to it.

Willow bit her lip as she looked down at the main ingredient for the spell and then looked apologetic, "I... I just used magic on Faith. I won't be able to use magic again for a while... maybe hours." As Buffy gave her a look of panic mixed with anger and despair the redhead quickly added, "But I know someone who can help, just give me a second to get dressed."

Internally Buffy questioned whether they should even wait for that, but she would not subject her friend to such an indignity even under the troubling circumstances, the blonde turning to allow the redhead to dress in private, the whole time keeping an eye on the other Slayer who was still gasping for breath.

Less than half a minute later they were leaving, Willow glancing over her shoulder to see the Dark Slayer desperately trying to pull on a pair of prison bottoms to hide what the Witch had done to her bottom, Faith catching Willow's eye and glaring at her in a way which made the redhead hope she wouldn't be separated from Buffy before her magical ability returned.

*

“What’s the matter with you?” Bianca Stratford looked up from the letter from her sister she was reading to stare at her cellmate and fellow slut Claire Bennet.

The blonde ex-cheerleader was limping like she was Hopalong Cassidy with a broken leg. She closed the door to their cell, before undoing her orange boiler suit. Bending over she exposed her naked ass, the back hole was gaping like a cannon ball had been blown through it, the bruises and red weals surrounding the hole showed whichever top had been using the slut hadn’t been gentle. Bianca Stratford whistled and gave a grimace, whilst she didn’t mind sex she definitely preferred her anal experiences to be limited. Looking at Claire’s butt reminded her why she preferred to be sequestered in her cell.

Claire on the other hand loved her back hole getting pounded. The beautiful blonde would prowl the corridors hoping for a randy top to pass by; no hint of a fight would be put up by Claire before she was bent double and shafted deep and hard. Which was why Bianca was surprised that Claire looked annoyed, from Bianca’s experience when Claire’s ass looked like that she was normally singing and floating like a butterfly - spiritually if not literally.

“Rosie’s out of the sick-bay and she reminding everyone she’s a top after being taken down by that new girl,” moaned Claire, she decided her friend had seen enough of her ass and pulled back up the prison uniform, before gingerly sitting on the bed opposite Bianca, “Unfortunately I was the reminder she needed. I was just sauntering up to Danielle and Julie to see if they wanted some fun, when Rosie turns up, yanks me in an arm lock and with barely a word of introduction marches be into the cafeteria and takes me on the table… the only good thing was she chose an empty one otherwise I’d be covered in egg and bacon…”

“I thought you liked it hard,” Bianca asked, she wanted to be sympathetic, but sometimes she had trouble finding the right words.

“I do,” admitted Claire. She gave a sigh, “but I like to be fucked by gorgeous hard-bodied sexpots, not fat and lardy psychotics.”

“It’s a slut’s life,” shrugged Bianca, using a phrase which had common currency amongst the prison’ sluts when they were bemoaning their lot as the lowest rung on Gehanna’s ladder.

“Yeah,” Claire agreed. Outside she could hear the tramp of a guard’s boots coming down the corridor. She gave a second sigh, how good it would be to be one of Gehanna’s guards, a foxy uniform, freedom to take who you wanted and never having to worry about ugly tops wanting a bit of action with your butt. Suddenly she gave a smile, as an idea formed. Reaching out her foot Claire nudged Bianca, who was back to her letter, “I’ve got an idea.”

“What?” asked her friend.

It was bad manners to answer a question with a question but Claire did it anyway, “You want to be Rosie’s fuck toy?”

Bianca shook her head, before frowning and shrugging, “No… and if your idea is that I become Rosie’s bitch you can forget it.”

Claire smiled and shook her head, “I’m not that cruel. But you know the rules you’re either a top who can fuck anything, a bitch who’s owned or a slut to be shared out. We’re not tough enough to be tops and not stupid enough to try. So we need a protector cos if we remain sluts Rosie’s going to soon notice that tight teen ass of yours and then kaboom, bedoinga, bedoinga…”

“Thanks for the reminder,” shivered Bianca. She had managed to avoid Rosie and most of the other tops attention, but that was luck and luck had a habit of running out. The teen paused for a second before continuing to point out the flaw in Claire’s plan, “It’s not like we’ve got tops queuing up to take us. I hate it up the ass and no-one will touch you as your Faith’s cast-off and no-one wants to take the risk that pretty Miss Psycho hasn’t finished with you.”

“Take it from me, she has,” replied Claire wistfully, her mind wandering back to the enjoyable bottom bangings the Slayer had provided, “I’m just a slut to her now.”

Carefully folding the letter Bianca slid it into her drawer, “I still don’t think any top’s going to risk Faith’s anger. It’s all very well you saying you’re just a slut, but which top’s going to listen to a slut? It’s not like they want us for conversational skills….”

Claire’s momentary nostalgia was gone and she gave a grin, “Who said I was thinking about a top?”

She grinned as she looked at her friends confusion. Bianca’s face was screwed up, her brow jutting forward as she tried to think through what Claire was saying. Eventually she hazarded a guess, “We become a bottom’s bottom?”

Claire shook her head, still smiling, “Wouldn’t work, which top is going to let her bottom own a couple of sluts? It would overturn the whole social balance on which this place works. Anyway can you imagine a bottom trying to hold off Rosie when she decides she want’s a bit of ass?”

Bianca could imagined the scene very well, which was why she shivered again. Her expression slid back into thoughtfulness, as she tried to think through what Claire could mean. Her friend had a slightly smug and self-satisfied look as if she thought Bianca would never guess, that only made the cute teen even more determined to do so. There was a clank from outside as the patrolling guard brought their truncheon down on the bars of a cell door window in a rhythmic tune. Bianca frowned deeper, Claire couldn’t mean… “You think we should get protection from a guard…”

Claire looked disappointed that her friend had guessed what she had meant, “Yes, a cute one obviously…”

“Obviously…” replied Bianca sarcastically, “So do we just sidle up to a Guard and ask if she wants us to be her bitches.”

“Why not?” asked Claire, “The guards are always taking us sluts wouldn’t it be easier for them to have a couple of cuties on call. And in return any top we don’t like could easily end up in solitary with a couple of broken ribs.”

There was silence from Bianca as she tried to think of a reason it wouldn’t work. She couldn’t think of any. It wasn’t a perfect plan, she was sure any guard would want to stick their strap-on in her ass, though with luck Claire would get most of the ass-loving and Bianca could stick to pussy licking and fucking. Anyway even if the guard did decide they wanted to regularly bang her butt hard and deep it was better they did it than someone like Rosie, the guards were paid to make sure the prisoners didn’t come to any harm. Bianca slowly nodded, “Okay - let’s give it a go…”

The smile from Claire was so bright it was like a toothpaste advert, “Good, there’s a guard outside, all you have to do is attract them in and then we’ll pounce like cougars on a college footballer…”

“Me?” asked Bianca, she was attractive, but in her opinion Claire was more so. Anyway there was always a risk that before she could get near the guard a nearby top would decide Bianca’s tight ass needed stretching - it was a dangerous thing going outside your cell; “Why me?”

Claire grinned, “Because, you look sweet and innocent, whilst my ass hurts so much I can hardly walk,” she paused, “Don’t worry - you’ll be fine.”

She stood up and leaning over her friend popped a couple of buttons on Bianca’s orange shirt. Reaching down the ex-cheerleader pulled the material apart, exposing the sides of Bianca’s titties, “That’s better,” Claire said, “I’d do you.”

“Thanks,” said Bianca with just a touch of sarcasm as Claire would do anybody. Or almost anybody.

“Now go get her tiger,” Claire slapped Bianca’s butt lightly and pointed towards the cell door.

Bianca sidled through the door and into the corridor. Elle Bishop was heading towards Bianca, her eyes briefly swung over to the slut, before returning to look straight ahead. Bianca inwardly snorted, she was attractive, she was sexy, she was damned fuckable. Elle was getting nearer. Bianca lent against the wall and stretched. Her bosom moved against her shirt, straining through the material and temporarily pushing a nipple into the open air. Bianca relaxed and gave her lips a sultry lick; that had got Elle’s attention. The older blonde was slowing her walk and looking straight at the teen, her eyes moving up and down the younger woman’s frame, apprising and mentally undressing her. Elle’s hand automatically moved to her strap-on; that was good it - showed she was attracted to the teen; it was also bad as she would likely want some ass.

Keeping her sexy smile fixed, Bianca straightened up. She swung her hips as she walked the few steps towards Elle. Reaching down she gently took the guard’s hand, applying just enough pressure to stop Elle unclipping the strap-on, but not enough to make it look like she was deliberately doing so. Slowly Bianca moved her head forward, so that her lips were almost touching the lobe of Elle’s ear, “My friend’s got a problem with her cute botty…”

It was obvious from Elle’s look that she didn’t believe Bianca. It was also obvious from her wolfish smile that this wasn’t going to stop her following Bianca into the privacy of the cell. The guard grinned, “Let me have a look…”

Bianca took Elle’s hand and led her into the slut’s cell. Luckily Claire had used the brief interlude well. She was out of her orange boiler suit and lying face down on the bed. Her hands were round her back and she was massaging her own tush, deliberately pulling apart the cheeks to accentuate the gaping hole. She turned her head as Elle came in. Her stomach did a little loop, she’d spent all last night thinking about the fucking that the newbie guard had given and how great it was. And now it was the new guard who was the fly who sped into her honey trap. She gave a titter, “Oh Guard Bishop… look at my ass…”

Elle grinned and looked down at it. It was obvious she was impressed, not just with the hole, but the general cuteness and firmness of the cheeks. That was an ass that would, once returned to virgin freshness, bare repeated visits.

“Perhaps I should try licking it better?” Bianca looked at Elle to see if the guard wanted her and Claire to put on a show.

“I think that would be an idea,” Elle leaned against the wall and stuck her thumbs through her belt in a relaxed posture.

Claire raised her ass as Bianca got on her hands and knees behind her friend. Coquettishly Bianca threw her head back so that her long hair streamed down her back. Once she was content she was looking her best she lowered her face over Claire’s naked ass. There was a moan of pleasure from Claire as her friend’s tongue slid over her butt cheeks; the noise was almost drowned out by the grunt of excitement from Elle. Bianca pulled her head back and looking over her shoulder at the guard, licked her lips sensually before dipping back down into Claire. She ran her tongue slowly over the cheerleader’s buttocks, leaving a small trail of saliva over the flesh. Claire groaned again, louder and more passionately. She was gripping the sheets and pushing her ass further into the air, wobbling the cheeks enticingly.

“Uuurrrmmm,” the cheerleader moaned, “tongue my ass…”

Bianca slid her tongue into the hole. Claire straightened and gasped in pleasure, her body like iron as the tongue swirled into her back-hole. Bianca pushed deeper, shoving the tongue far into the open hole and wiggling it around as she tried to find her friend’s anal G-spot. She wasn’t sure whether she found it or not, but whether she did or didn’t the effect on Claire was magnetic. The blonde cheerleader bucked and groaned, her body twisting, tensing and relaxing all at once. Bianca pushed deeper, pulling apart the cheeks so that her own face and tongue was dug deep into the cute cheerleader’s anus.

“Uuurrggghh, that’s it, that’s it,” called out Claire, “Lick my slutty butt out.”

Bianca was getting so into Claire that she’d forgotten that Elle was in the room. So she felt a sudden stab of surprise as she felt the guard’s hands round the front of her pants, undoing them and bringing them down to her knees.

"Please, fuck my pussy, not my ass." Bianca whimpered, immediately wishing she had kept her mouth shut. Every time she had made such a plea in the past it only seemed to encourage the top or guard to be even more cruel with her, mocking her as they completely wrecked her rectum and left it a destroyed, gaping mess. This time was bound to be no different.

So Bianca steeled herself for the twentysomething to ram her dildo up her ass. It was a shame, but it couldn’t be helped Bianca knew, she would just have to plan and position better for future assignations. She only hoped that after butt-fucking her that Elle would have enough energy left to bang Claire’s backdoor as well, otherwise neither of them would be satisfied. Bianca pushed her tongue in deeper, closed her eyes, gave a little prayer and waited for the big cock to ruin her pretty little ass.

It was a big surprise that no cock entered her ass. Instead Elle was pushing it up her slit. Bianca gasped, blowing air down into Claire’s ass making the cheerleader giggle. The cock slammed deep into Bianca’s cunt, ramming into her clit.

The pleasure running through Bianca was almost as powerful as the relief and surprise she was feeling. It was weird, but this was actually the nicest thing a dominant woman had done for her since she was imprisoned. It made Bianca hope Claire's little plan would work, the sensations of Elle beginning to pump in and out of her pussy only increasing that hope.

As she began to fuck the slut in front of her Elle briefly wondered whether either pussy fucking or giving a slut what she wanted was against the rules. She'd seen various different sex acts around the prison but Elle couldn't actually remember seeing a lot of pussy fucking, and she definitely hadn't seen a lot of sluts getting what they wanted... unless you counted when they screamed things like, 'Yes, more, fuck me harder'.

She really needed to finish reading that little handbook Tracey had given her. It was actually kind of a dull read, but Elle really didn't want to piss off the wrong people around here, so she would definitely make that a priority, but for now pounding pussy was her priority.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” grunted Elle as she slammed the toy in. Her hands were gripping Bianca’s side, both keeping the teen in place and gently massaging her. It encouraged Bianca’s to tongue her friend harder and quicker, lapping away at the back hole; she loved the squeaks of pleasure coming from Claire as the waves of pleasure shot through the sexy cheerleader.

Waves of pleasure that were being replicated in Bianca. She had been expecting a hellish butt-banging, not a heavenly cunt-filling. And Elle knew what she was doing, she may have been new in guarding, but she was experienced in knowing what to do with a woman’s body. Her fingers were playing seductively with Bianca, at the same time as her rubber cock was hitting precisely the right spot, hard and frequently.

“Uuurrrghh, urrrgghhh,” Claire grunted her ass still lifted and her hands still gripping at the blanket covering the bed, “uuurrrggggh, urrrrrgggghhhh.”

The animal like groans of the cheerleader became louder and louder as her friend’s tongue touched and teased her open backdoor, both soothing and sensual. Each lick was sending an electrical impulse of joy threading through Claire, like touching a bare wire with the tip of her fingers. And the jolts of pleasure were getting higher and harder as Bianca was fucked into a new plane of existence. The waves were merging in Claire into one glorious….” Fuuuuuccccckkkk,” screamed the cheerleader as she came.

The scream from Claire was so loud it was probably heard by inmates all over the prison. It was certainly heard by Bianca. The cheerleader stopped wiggling her ass and let it drop, freeing her friends mouth. And as far as Bianca was concerned that wasn’t a second too soon. With her tongue down Claire’s ass she’d been forced to be quiet when all she wanted to do was shout and scream. Now free she opened her mouth and screamed, “Yessss, yeessss, yessss, bang my sweet pussy, fuck it until I’m pumping cum like I’m on fucking cunt steroids…”

Elle slammed her dildo deep into Bianca, the toy ramming against the teen clit and pushing the sweet spot into the cunt walls like a cherry being dropped in cream. Hand and harder Elle bashed, her thighs bouncing into Bianca with a slap of bare flesh against bare flesh. Bianca was leaking, her juice dripping from her pussy to land on the naked Claire and slide into the cheerleader’s open asshole. Bianca opened her mouth again, “Oh baby harder, I want that cock deep in me… fuck my cute slit, open my hole and fuck me like a slut.”

Claire had turned on her back so that she was underneath Bianca and looking up. The bed was moving, such was the force of Elle’s thrusts and Claire’s titties were bouncing in time with it. Bianca managed to lean herself down, though Claire sat up to meet her half-way. Their lips met and there mouths grappled against each other, as briefly did their tongues.

“Kissing sluts, kissing sluts,” sang out Elle cheerfully and went even faster.

Bianca would have loved to continue to make out with Claire for a few more minutes. But there was no way she could kiss and scream in pleasure at the same time. She threw her head back like a stampeding horse and let out a scream, “That’s it…. I’m a slut, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

The orgasm roared through Bianca like an avalanche. She screamed again, so loud and so intense that she could feel her vocal chord stretching like they were the strings on a harp, “Aaaaaarrrrrghhhh, aaaaarrrrghhhh.”

The teen’s arm gave way and she fell forward, her head pressed between Claire’s titties. The two of them were so covered in a sweaty sheen and Bianca was so post-orgasmically exhausted that her forehead slid up and down the cleavage with little or no resistance. Claire wasn’t complaining, she just gave a groan and pulled apart her titties to allow Bianca’s forehead easier access.

“Yessss, yeessss, “ squealed Elle behind them, her blonde hair plastered to her scalp, “I’m cumming slut.”

She let out another shriek and collapsed forward. The cock popped out of Bianca’s juicy cunt and quivered like a tree in a gale, sending droplets of teen cum everywhere. Bianca let her legs give way and fell totally, her stomach on Claire’s slit and her face stuck between her friend’s cleavage. Above her she could feel Elle’s diaphragm moving and the sound of her exhausted breaths, the guard’s titties were out of her uniform and pressing most delectably against Bianca’s shirt. The teen gave a groan of satisfaction, to think she had been worried about Claire’s plan.

Bianca could have lain like that forever, but Claire couldn’t. It had been fun having her ass licked and something which she was keen to try again. But it had been an appetiser to her, a tasty appetiser to be sure, but still an appetiser. She struggled free from the two women on top of her and stood in the middle of the room. Making sure that Elle could see exactly what she was doing she bent over as far as she could and reached round to slide a finger in her ass. She probed and pushed the digit round the open hole for a second, before straightening and turning. Putting on a fake look of concern, she looked at Elle, “Bianca’s tonguing didn’t help. My ass is still closing, soon no-one will know I was ass-fucked,” she gave a little pout, which she hoped was sexy, “I need my botty opening again… I need a heroine to open me.”

Elle grinned and sat up, “I’m not sure about a heroine, but will I do?”

“Oh most definitely,” giggled Claire. She sauntered over and sat on Elle’s knee. She threaded a finger threw the blondes long locks and giggled again, “Where do you want me?”

Elle didn’t reply instead she leant over and gave Bianca a slight slap on her ass, “So cutie have you ever eaten your cell-mate’s pussy?”

Bianca smiled, “A few times, when she’s not getting any…”

“I bet that’s not often,” teased Elle and to show she wasn’t serious tweaked one of Claire’s naked nipples playfully. The guard turned back to Bianca, “So does she taste nice?”

Bianca wasn’t sure where this conversation was going. She paused and thought, unsure how to answer and nervous in case she screwed up the sluts chance of bagging a guard. Still unable to work out the angle she quickly decided that failing anything else she’d go for the truth, “Very nice.”

“Aaawww, isn’t that nice,” Elle tweaked Claire’s tittie again, pulling at the nipple and letting it go like an elastic band, “Your cellie thinks you’re a tasty little tramp.”

Claire giggled, “Thanks Bee.”

The cheerleader giggled again as Elle moved her hand down from the tit to her twat and stroked the wet smooth slit. Elle moved her other hand round and ran her fingers over Claire’s midriff, “So is Bianca a tasty tramp as well?” she purred.

Claire nodded, “Mmmnnn yesss,” she murmured remembering the taste of her cellmate.

Elle smiled, “So the pair of you want to sixty nine whilst I fuck Claire’s ass…”

“Yes,” both the teen’s said together. Claire was quickly off Elle’s lap as Bianca turned onto her back and spread her legs. The brown-haired teen’s pussy was still slick with juice, making it glistening under the cell’s light. A tiny tuft of hair marked the top of the cunt, the lips were red and inviting. Claire licked her lips and climbed on top of her friend.

“Yum, this looks yummy,” Claire flicked her friend’s quim with a fingernail, the lips quivered and another tiny trickle of juice slid down them and back into the hole. There was no answer from Bianca, at least in words, the touch of the teen’s tongue against the cheerleader’s tasty twat told its own story. Claire giggled and lowered her head, “Very, very yummy.”

She pushed her tongue down into Bianca; doing with her friend’s cunt what her friend had done to her ass. Claire slurped and explored, driven on by Bianca’s tongue exploring her own juicy hole. Soon cum was leaking from the two of them and their tongues were sliding through liquid. The juice from Claire dripped onto Bianca’s face like rain dripping from a window-sill. Claire pushed her own tongue deeper and deeper, wrapping it over the clit and feeling the little jolts rush from Bianca as Claire connected with her special spot.

“I’m coming in,” Elle got onto the bed behind them. Claire could feel the guard’s hand on her cheeks, pulling them apart. In truth Elle didn’t need to put much effort into it, despite what the cheerleader had said, the hole had hardly closed after the earlier pounding and Elle found it as easy as slicing melted butter to push her toy down the cheerleader’s back hole. “That’s my sluts.”

Elle was in no mood to be hurried, not when she had two sexy sluts beneath her lapping at each others juicy slits. Slowly and relaxedly she eased the cock into Claire’s butt; she was sure the slut would have moaned if her mouth hadn’t been full with Bianca’s cunt. Elle lowered herself so she was on top of Claire, her body parallel to slut. Levering herself up, Elle looked down at the slut below her - her cute face dipped into her friend’s equally cute cunt. Slowly Elle lowered herself down, sliding the cock deep into the open and willing back hole. It might have been her imagination, but Elle thought that Claire lapped quicker. She pulled herself up and came down, not fast, but a little faster. Her titties pushed into Claire’s back, the hard nipples squashing against the flesh, “That’s good, my little slutty sluts…” Elle murmured.

Up and down she went, pushing the dildo into Claire’s hole and feeling the little clip at its end brush against her own sensitive clit. The two teen sluts were licking and lapping away in a whirlwind of girl cum and saliva, mixed with sweat. Each between the sound of their slurps were their orgasmic moans and grunts. It was so hot and Elle couldn’t help, but speed up and push harder. The dildo rushed down Claire’s butt, causing the teen to lift her head and squeal in joy “AAAAarrrrrrgggghhhh, aaaaarrrrghhhh.”

She ground her slit down into Bianca’s face and her fellow slut licked harder, pushing her tongue so far up that it almost seemed to meet the dildo coming down. Claire was squeaking loudly, gasping and swearing as the cock tore into her ass. She couldn’t go down on her friend, so out of control was she; instead she just shook and swore and squealed, “Fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck, ram my ass, fuck my slutty whore ass, fuck me fuck. Ohhhh, fuck it hard, fuck my dirty fucking asshole… fuck my whorish, bitch butt…”

The inane babblings turned Elle on more than she thought possible and she slammed the teenager’s ass harder and harder. The cock rammed deep, rushing over Claire’s anal G-spot and making her shriek and swear all the louder. Elle pounded down, her body slapping against Claire’s naked skin, her tits bouncing on the cheerleaders back. The blonde teen was screaming and shaking like an earthquake was inside her, the ass-fucking and cunt-lapping conspiring to give her an earth shattering orgasm, ”Aaaaaarrggghhh, fuuuucckkk, I’m a sluuuuuttt…. Fuuuuccckkkk.”

Elle grinned, she loved giving girls orgasms, perhaps as much as she enjoyed her own orgasms.

“Take it slutty slut,” laughed Elle and slammed harder into the still quivering ex-cheerleader. The clip of the dildo was ramming into her own clit, the deeper she went into Claire the stronger it pushed against her own bud. Her cunt was leaking, the pussy juice dripping out and sliding down the rubber dong into Claire’s open butt, “Take it all,” she gasped again.

The orgasm hit her like a brick wall, except more pleasantly. Elle shrieked and screamed as the feelings blew her mind, pushing everything else out apart from a feeling of absolute, uninhibited pleasure, “Aaarrrrghhh, fuuuuccckkk sluuuuutttt,” the sexy guard screamed.

She fell down again, onto Claire, the cock springing out of the teen’s wide open hole. For a second it just dangled, rubbing between Claire’s cock. But Bianca wasn’t one for wasting. Especially since Claire’s pussy was all pumped out. She moved her face and twisted her head so that the cock was next to her mouth, “You’re ass was so tasty, Claire Bear, I’m having seconds,” she drawled.

With that she lifted her head and slid her rosie red lips around the succulent dildo. Her tongue ran up and down it as she bobbed her head. Kindly Elle moved so that it was easier to take and soon Bianca had got herself into a comfortable rhythm. Sucking harder, she cleaned the cock like it was spoon dipped in cake mix. Her tongue explored and pushed into the ridges, whilst the inside of her lips ran over where her tongue hadn’t. Satisfied it was clean she dropped her head down and let the cock come out of her mouth with a pop.

“Thanks,” grunted Elle. She got up off the sluts and pushed her titties back into her uniform before buttoning up. She gave the two sluts a smile as she undid her strap-on and placed the dildo back into its belt holster, “That’s clean. And speaking of clean, the two of you better sort out this cell, it’s a disgrace, bed not made, clothes everywhere. I’ll be back later to make sure its presentable.”

“Yes Guard Bishop,” grinned Elle as the guard turned and stalked out of the room.

Bianca disengaged herself from her friend, “Don’t get me wrong that was fun. But I thought the whole point was to get her as our protector, all that we seem to have done is get her complaining about the state of our room.”

Claire grinned, “Trust me, we’re in with Elle Bishop.”

*

The prison shop had originally going to be named ‘Anya’s Box’ after its owner, ex-vengeance demon, Anyanka ‘Anya’ Jenkins. But when Amy had tactfully pointed out that ‘box’ was slang for a woman’s bits and that the title might be misread by hundreds of sex-crazed inmates Anya had agreed that the ‘Gehanna Emporium’ sounded better. The title gave, what was a poky little room little bigger than the average cell, a touch of class and suggested a wider stock range than the sex-toys, chocolate and stationary that Anya sold.

The ex-demon rearranged a shelf so that the pads of lilac writing paper weren’t obscuring the ten-inch strap-on attachment. She frowned as she looked at the jars of anal lube sitting beside it. It had seemed such a great idea to buy in bulk. In a place nicknamed Prison Butt-fuck, she had been expecting it to sell like low calorie candy at a weight watchers convention. Too late she’d discovered that lube wasn’t something tops cared about, even reducing it to fifty percent off wasn’t selling it. With a sigh Anya took out her pen and scratched out the fifty and replaced with seventy-five. She hated reducing prices, each time she had to do it she felt a little bit of her soul torn away as she saw that luxurious yacht floating further away.

However, even with the lube reduced this place was a printing press for dollar bills. The prisoners didn’t earn much; if you worked in the kitchen or library you could earn a few dollars, same for working in the workshop hammering out car-number plates and if you happened to be lucky enough to be picked for the prison’s porn studio business you could earn as much as ten dollars. But when there was only one place to spend it… well outside Gehanna Anya had just got a house in the most well-heeled part of Sunnydale and was eyeing a Sports Convertible. All in all life was good…

Which was why she was really pissed off when the door opened and in walked Buffy and Willow…

“I’m closed” she snapped.

Buffy stood opened mouthed in surprise. Willow nodded and lent over to sign to turn it round so that the red ‘closed’ was on the outside and gently kicked the door shut, “You are now…”

Anya gave a squeal, “My customers… my poor high spending customers, they’ll have no-where to spend they’re hard earned money. And I’ve just got in some new anal beads as well.”

“The sooner we get finished here, the sooner you can reopen,” said Willow reasonably.

“Anya,” squeaked Buffy suddenly, “What…?”

“It was Willow’s idea,” the ex-demon tried to look both innocent and point accusingly at the redheaded Witch at the same time - she actually managed to carry off the expression.

Buffy turned to Willow, her arms flapped uselessly in Anya’s direction, “I thought she’d disappeared…”

Willow sighed, it was obvious she would have prepared to give the explanation later, but it was equally obvious that finding someone who Buffy thought had been sucked into the dimension with all Sunnydale’s men was wigging out the blonde. Willow gave her most charming and friendly smile, “You know when we twigged something was going on in Sunnydale?”

“When Giles faded away in front of us…” replied Buffy. She was still kicking herself that they hadn’t noticed when Xander had gone a few days ago; he’d apparently been sucked into the hell dimension, but at the time everyone had just thought he’d upped and left for a brief vacation to get over Anya.

“Yes,” continued Willow, “We needed someone on the inside to get close to Amy. Anya fitted the bill, she could tell Amy she wanted her revenge on us after her break-up with Xander. And that just played to Amy, just because she’s bitter towards us she thinks everyone is. So Anya was our person on the inside. I thought the fewest people who knew, the less likely anyone was to accidentally blab what Anya was doing. Plus you’d wig out and volunteer yourself”

“So she’s still with the scoobies,” Buffy felt relieved, what with loosing Giles, Xander, Tara and her Mom Buffy had been beginning to think that everyone close to her was doomed to leave her. It was good to know Anya’s disappearance was for the more humdrum reason of saving Sunnydale and perhaps the world.

“She’s still with the good guys,” Willow confirmed, before looking at Anya, “You’re still with the good guys right?”

Anya didn’t reply instead she picked up a large strap-on, and showed it to Willow, “Hey Will, congratulations on making Faith your bitch. The way you had her spreading her cheeks and whimpering 'I'm your bitch' for you just now, inspired. I'm sure she'll be spreading her cheeks for you willingly in no time, but how about getting a strap-on with a few more inches so you can really stretch her out? This one would be a great choice for that? Twelve inches of high quality rubber, top craftmanship, hard, but flexible. She’ll be squealing for more all night.”

Willow shook her head, “You’re changing the subject… you are still with the good guys?”

Anya put the strap-on back and shrugged, “You’re supposed to ask how I know you’re butt-fucking Faith as it’s a secret.”

“Still changing the subject,” replied Will.

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell. Lilah Morgan has got secret cameras in everyone's cell, including the one you and Faith share. I managed to tap into them and the regular cameras shortly after I got here without anyone knowing so I could know everything that's going on and wow, I've seen some serious butt fuckings in my time here but, wow, and that spanking you gave her the other night, that was one impressive butt beating,” Anya made a face which was reminiscent of someone who was being told they were about to have their wisdom teeth pulled without anaesthetic.

Willow tapped her foot, “Anya, still changing the subject…”

There was a sigh from Anya, so loud and over the top it sounded like a train going through the tunnel, “I’m still with you. But you’re not going to complain if I make some money on the side.”

“No,” replied Buffy. It would have been pointless to stop Anya, the ex-demon would have ignored her anyway. The one thing Buffy had worked out over the course of her friendship with Anya was that the ex-demon didn’t understand that if someone asked her not to do something that they wanted her not to do it.

“Good,” replied Anya. She walked forward to reopen the door, but Willow put out her hand. The ex-vengeance demon sighed, “You want more?”

“Yes,” replied Willow, “Dawn’s missing…”

“Oh yeah,” said Anya peering round behind Willow as if she thought that the teen might be hiding behind the Wiccan, “Now you mention it, I see she’s not here.”

“We need a locator spell,” said Willow.

Anya pulled a face, “They’re expensive. Tell you what since we’re friends what about fifty dollars…”

“Anya…” said Willow menacingly, “I might get tired of Faith…”

“Free it is,” smiled Anya, “Just don’t tell Lilah I have the magic gear in here. She’d skin me alive… literally.”