Thanks for taking care of my body, Faith

Buffy ticked Xander and Anya off her list as she dressed. The pair lay

exhausted in the bed behind her, the latest chapter in her quest to fuck

everyone Faith had whilst she was in her body. Looking through her diary

there was still quite some way to go.



"Buffy!" Joyce called from downstairs. "Angel's on the phone for you."



* * *



"You know there's a physical limit to how many times I can say I'm sorry"

Faith protested.



"True" admitted Buffy folding her arms over her chest, "I just don't think

you've reached it yet."



Faith sighed. "What do want? Blood? Whip me?"



Buffy raised an eyebrow in true Roger Moore fashion. "I'd say yes but

according to mom you might just like it. Besides, it couldn't hurt as much

as having my PIERCINGS REMOVED!"



"Did you keep the Brazilian look?" Faith asked with a slight smile.



Buffy glared at her.



Faith decided to take a different tack. "I'm sorry for taking your money,

I'll pay you back. I don't know how but I will."



Buffy pursed her lips, "That's OK, I made a small fortune once I'd

established my rights to the PORN TAPES you sold of me!"



"Oh God!" thought Faith rolling her eyes. "Look, I already did the jail

thing. How can I make this right, B?"



The question went unanswered and Faith decided it was time to keep a tactful

silence. There was a timid knock

at the office door followed by Wesley opening it tentatively. Beyond it Faith

could see Cordelia talking intensely to Doyle, holding hands and staring into

each other's eyes. Gunn and Fred hovered around them trying not to eavesdrop

too obviously. Angel was brooding in his office whilst upstairs she could

hear Lorne rehearsing 'Smoke get's in your eyes'. Lilah was hard at work

hoovering up the remains of The Beast from the hotel lobby carpet.



"Maybe we should get her a little maids' outfit" Faith thought. Thinking

about it, Cordelia did have one that might fit her.



Wesley polished his glasses nervously, "Ah, we were thinking of ordering some

take-out food. We were wondering if you girls would like to join us?"



Buffy shrugged "We're OK."



Faith caught her eye as she said it, seizing on the double meaning a second

before Buffy did. Buffy gave her a baleful glance with the merest hint of

forgiveness thrown in. Even this subtlest trace was enough to set Faith's

heart aflutter.



"Yes Wes" Faith affirmed, "We're OK."



She smiled.



"Don't think this squares us" Buffy warned her as Wes left.



"What if I told folks about your mom? People might be very interested in what

she gets up to behind closed doors?"



The colour drained from Buffy's face "You mean...?"



"Relax, I won't tell. Has she introduced you to Samantha yet?” Faith asked.

“If by ‘introduced’ you mean let her use and abuse me like a cat toy yes” Buffy replied.

“But you loved it?”

Buffy nodded, licking her lips “Every second of it” she admitted.

“We square now?"



Buffy shook her head. "I think a lot more ass kissing is required first!"



"My pleasure" Faith smiled a wicked grin and stood up, taking Buffy by the

arms, turning her around and bending her over the table. Buffy started to

struggle but began giggling as Faith hiked up her skirt and started gently

nibbling her buttocks.



"I see you're still wearing that thong I bought" Faith observed.



"What? Oh, ah...ah!"



Faith slid her hands up Buffy's inner thighs, gently kneading the sensitive

flesh there with her fingertips, causing Buffy to tremble. She began to

interfere with the sensitive flesh between Buffy's arse cheeks with one sharp

fingernail causing Buffy to squirm and writhe exquisitely, desperately

propping her hands against the desk for support, her nails scratching the

woodwork in frustration. Faith planted a series of soft kisses at the base of

Buffy's spine, just above the material of her thong. Now where was that spot?

Oh yes...



"Ah...ah...uh, how, how did you know about that? Ah...uh" Buffy gasped

breathlessly, by now dripping with sweat.



"Did some exploring whilst I was borrowing" Faith slipped her finger under

the front of Buffy's thong and began to pull the soft material back and

forth, letting it stray within her labia lips and rub her clitoris with the

most delightful friction imaginable. Buffy moaned so loudly Faith was half

afraid the others would hear. She stripped the thong off and used it to tie

an unresisting Buffy's hands behind her back.



Her hands found Buffy's nipples and massaged them to a pert hardness. When

she judged Buffy to be entirely helpless she slid her fingers inside her

cunny, making her spread her legs as far as they would go. Faith had half

forgotten how flexible Buffy was. She began sliding her fingers in and out

with deliberate slowness, ruthlessly teasing Buffy who frenziedly ground

her pelvis against Faith's hand. She placed a series of nasty love bites

on the nape of Buffy's neck and slapped her hips with a good dozen stinging

blows, the combined actions generating a series of frantic grunts from the

helpless blonde Slayer.



Faith wound Buffy's hair into a ponytail around her hand and gently but

firmly pulled her head backwards so that she could whisper in her ear.



"Are we OK now?" Faith asked again.



"W-what? No, we're...ahh...ahh!"



Faith moved her fingers faster and faster, Buffy shaking with passion, her

cunny pouring vaginal juices over Faith's hand. Her little finger slid into

Buffy's ass, the sharp nail causing Buffy to shudder as it teased the

sensitive flesh there. Her other fingers toyed with Buffy's cunny, thrusting

into her hot V. Faith raised the blonde Slayer onto her tiptoes, controlling

her with one hand as easily as if she were a glove puppet, Buffy totally in

her power. Her other hand cruelly pinched Buffy's nipples, bringing her to

the very brink of orgasm. She kissed, licked and nibbled on Buffy's neck and

shoulder.



"Are we OK now?" Faith repeated.



"YES!!!...YES!!!!" Buffy screamed as Faith brought her to a devastating

climax.



Faith let Buffy recover, untying her hands and placing them on her ample

breasts, heaving with excitement. Buffy began to gently squeeze and grope

Faith's cleavage, slowly feeling her way. They kissed, long, probing, deep

kissing from a need both had denied for far too long. Buffy unlaced Faith's

top, unwrapping the wondorous present of her nubile breasts, bursting

joyously out of their low cut prison. She began to kiss, nuzzle, bite and

suck them, Faith murmuring her approval and stroking Buffy's hair.



"You know why I loved your mom so much?" she said dreamily.



"She's a very hot woman and you wanted maternal love?" Buffy replied,

breaking away, still pretty much in a daze.



"Partly."



"She's really good at punishment?" Buffy suggested giving an involuntary

shiver.



"That too. But really I think it was because she reminded me of you so much."



Buffy paused for a moment, mulling the compliment over. "Good thing Dawn

wasn't home" she decided at last.



Faith smiled roguishly "She must be legal by now, surely?"



Buffy looked at Faith disapprovingly again. Faith chuckled. "Tell you what

though, both of your fuckholes are a lot tighter than when I left you. How'd

you do that? Magic?"



Buffy shrugged "Yoga."



"You must teach me that. Speaking of which when I got my body back I had a

few bumps and scrapes in places I couldn't explain?"



Buffy coloured again "That was getting away from the council guys."



It was Faith's turn to raise the Roger Moore eyebrow "And how exactly did you

'persuade' them to release you?"



Buffy took Faith by the shoulders and forced her unresistingly to her knees,

perching her own backside on the desk and wrapping her thighs around Faith's

head. "Oh no, you have to earn that story."



"How will I hear the story with her legs clenched around my ears?" Faith

thought but began to obediently lick Buffy's cunt, finding Buffy's g-spot

with an effortlessness that stemmed from a truly unique familiarity, making

Buffy shudder with pleasure. With one hand Faith began to nip and pinch

Buffy's buttocks again, producing a series of delighted squeals. Her other

hand slid down the front of her own hipsters and began to vigorously

masturbate herself as she did so.



* * *



"But...!"



"I..."



"What she...."



"I didn't..."



"ENOUGH!" Joyce declared, finally shutting Buffy, Dawn and Faith up. They

stood like naughty schoolgirls in front of the headmistress as Joyce looked

them over.



"Now Faith you've been very naughty...."



"Naugh...?" Buffy began to protest before catching Joyce's glance and

thinking the better of it.



"You're going to have to be punished for that. The Council has squared

matters with the authorities but I've asked the them and Rupert and they've

agreed that you should stay here with us and I am to be responsible for

disciplining you" Faith couldn't help smile a coy little smile at the

thought.



"Yes Mom" she replied.



"DON'T call her that!" Dawn objected.



"Yes" Joyce agreed "I think from now on Faith should address me only as

Mistress."



Buffy and Dawn looked a little shocked at the suggestion. Faith looked quite

pleased. "Yes, Mistress" she replied, grinning.



"As for you Buffy, I think this experience has taught me that I've been

letting both you and Dawn away with too much for too long. There's going to

be some changes around here" She drew a thin length of bamboo cane from the

umbrella stand. "First I'm going punish you all then we're going to all help

Faith move in. She can share Buffy's room for now, we can get a second bed,

if we need it" The inference of the last sentence was lost on no one present.



"How come it's my room?" Buffy asked sullenly.



"I don't want Faith waking Dawn up coming and going at all hours on Slayer

duties, Dawn's a growing girl who needs her sleep. Then we'll all make dinner

and all spend an evening together like a proper family."



Dawn was still staring wide-eyed at the cane Joyce was flexing in her hands.

Faith's grin grew wider. Buff adopted an air of resignation. "We have to

patrol" she offered lamely.



Joyce nodded "Of course, I'll wait up for you both after I put Dawn to bed."



Dawn opened her mouth to speak but couldn't summon the courage for words.

Joyce indicated the couch. Without a word Faith obediently pulled down her

leathers and draped herself over it. Dawn stared agog at Faith's shapely

backside, clad only in a scandalously skimpy black lace G-string as Buffy

surrendered completely, undoing her own hipsters and joining Faith over the

sofa, her skimpy pink lace panties riding up over her hips as she did so.



Buffy looked over to Faith who winked at her warmly. "I think life just got

a lot more exciting" she decided as a very uncertain Dawn joined them, Joyce

pulling down her jeans to reveal a pair of tiny plain white cotton panties

with a winking kitten embossed on the front, pulled tightly upwards for the

thong effect. Buffy had never noticed before what shapely hips and buttocks

Dawn possessed, her breasts increasingly large and prominent. She was one

mature teenager. But then so Buffy had been. "Might be a good thing" she

mused.



SWISH, CRACK!



"OHHHHH!" Dawn shrieked. Buffy bit her lip as the cane cut through the air

and lashed their backsides in one sharp stroke. Faith seemed lost in ecstasy,

Buffy felt the familiar erotic heat of a spanking beginning to spread from

her stinging buttocks to her cunny which was already starting to moisten

slightly. She shifted position slightly, rubbing her throbbing clitty and

already hardening nipples through the fabric of her clothes and against the

rough leather material of the sofa.



She looked over at Dawn whose expression was already transforming from pain

to a bewildered combination of perfectly wanton pleasure and desire.



"I guess we have a new sister?" she remarked to her as she tensed for another

blow, the sharp swishing of the cane scything through the air giving her

ample warning and sending a delicious shiver of anticipation through her

body. She raised her backside to meet the coming blow. Dawn copied her

actions. She didn't have to look at Faith to know she was doing the same.



"Guess so" Dawn had time to reply before the cane struck home once more on

it's pert targets.



SWISH CRACK!



"OHHHHHH!"



* * *



Dawn stripped off her Girl Scout outfit, unbuttoning her azure blue blouse

and shimmying out of her plain black shorts until she was just in her white

socks, bra and panties. They were plain, viriginal white lace but could not

disguise her fast developing curves and hips, her breasts seeming to get

daily bigger, straining against the soft material of her bra. They made her

feel pretty top heavy but she'd already noticed the boys couldn't keep their

eyes off her, especially when she wore her tight blue sweater. Even the girls

in her gym class had begun staring at her enviously in the showers. She would

have to buy herself a larger size to try and contain her blossoming titties. It had

been weird the way a pipe had broken in Dawn’s room whilst she had been away,

ruining the vast majority of her clothes without do any damage whatsoever to the

rest of the house. It had been even weirder that the local sex/lingerie shops had

been so generous in the amount of free gift vouchers that had been apparently

posted through their letterbox meaning that most of their replacements would not

 have looked out of place in a whorehouse, especially her underwear. 

It was obvious to all she was going to be an exceedingly buxom girl, maybe

even more so than Tara.



Maybe she was getting a little too old for Girl Scouts.



She'd already taken the opportunity to try out the new 'Exercise pole' Buffy

had installed in her bedroom. Buffy and Faith had showed her how and she was

now arguably better than they were. She couldn't wait to try out her moves at

The Bronze. Plus learn to ride the motorbikes each had purchased.

She admired herself in the bathroom mirror, head back, legs slightly apart,

hands on her hips. Even she had to admit that she was a hottie. She'd had to

look up the word 'nubile' the first time someone had called her it but she

was pretty sure she was it. She continued to strip until she was entirely

naked. She turned and bent over, inspecting her well spanked backside in the

mirror, parting her ass cheeks as she did so. Joyce's cane had even marked

the sensitive flesh deep between them, the red stripes on her skin continuing

even in her most intimate places. It still hurt but it also produced a warm,

pulsing, glowing sensation that she had to admit was not at all unpleasant.



She rubbed her nipples with her fingers and gently stroked her soft, chesnut

brown triangle of pubic between her thighs. It gave her a special tingle deep

inside and she sighed contentedly. She stepped into the shower and turned the

water on.



The first she knew of Faith being there was when she opened the shower door.



Dawn covered herself, mortified at Faith seeing her completely nude. She'd

seen plenty of Faith's naked body lately. In fact Faith never seemed to wear

anything at all around the house unless they were expecting company. What was

more Buffy and mom where beginning to act the same way, all three lazing

around wearing nothing or the next thing to it. But Dawn had to admit she'd

pretty much gone along with it, wearing less and less herself, delighting in

cuddling up to the rest of her family for long, affectionate evenings

watching TV on the couch. She'd also come to appreciate her mom's newfound

fondness for corporal punishment.



And the sight of their naked bodies never failed to take her breath away.



Nubile.



Faith closed the shower door, Dawn shocked by the nearness of their naked

forms.



"How...how did you get in?" it was the first thing she could think off.



Faith reached past her to where the shampoo and soap were situated on the

wall. "Learnt lockpicking in prison. Need a shower Dawnie, got all hot and

sweaty doing some slaying."



She proffered Dawn the soap. "Wash my back?"



Dawn timidly took the soap before she knew what she was doing. Faith turned

her back to her and waited.



Dawn nervously worked the soap into a lather and began to softly apply the

suds to Faith's skin. She began to relax a little as she felt, letting her

hands begin to explore the Faith's body, tracing over her back, rubbing her

shoulders and arms. She began to be more and more daring letting her fingers

touch lightly on Faith's hips and thighs.



"You have a nice touch Dawnie" Faith complimented her.



Dawn couldn't help smiling.



Faith turned around. Dawn froze but Faith took her hands and guided them to

her breasts. Dawn stared deeply into her eyes as she continued to rub and

caress Faith's swelling nipples. Faith guided one of her hands lower before

taking the soap from her and copying her actions.



"Just do as I do" she whispered to her, kissing her on the cheek and gently

nibbling on her earlobe.



"Ok" Dawn squeaked in excitment and nervousness. She began moaning softly at

Faith's touching, her nipples hard, her legs flexing slowly apart. Faith

grinned and much to Dawn's surprise turned the water off. They stepped out and

dried each other off. Faith drew the towel back and forth between Dawn's

thighs, the soft edge of the material slipping between the swollen lips of

her labia and rubbing against her stiff little clitty. Even though she was

now dry Dawn felt herself getting wet again.



Faith extended her hand. Dawn took it wordlessly and they walked hand in hand

to Dawn's room and slipped into the bed.



"Dawn!"



They both looked up. Joyce and Buffy were standing in the doorway. Buffy was

wearing an extremely short white halter top, miniskirt and red shoes with

4-inch heels. It occurred to Faith that Buffy was dressing a lot sluttier

nowadays but then she actually recognised the outfit as HER clothes, the same

ones she'd worn when she let Spike fuck her up the ass whilst she was bent

over the gravestone. Or rather the one she'd stripped off prior to letting

him do that. Joyce stood behind Buffy resting her chin on her elder

daughter's shoulder, Buffy nuzzling her head into Joyce's hair. Her hands

were clasped together over Buffy's bared midriff with Buffy resting her own

hands on her mother's in an unconsciously intimate gesture.



Dawn felt Faith's body tense up against her but saw her mother and sister

gaze at them with nothing but love and concern .



They came forward and sat on the bed.



"Are you ready Dawnie?" Joyce asked.



Dawn nodded. "I'm ready mommy"



"Are you sure?" Buffy inquired, even though she knew the answer.



"I'm sure" Dawn replied. Buffy and Joyce both kissed her on the cheek and

then kissed Faith.



"Be gentle with her" Joyce whispered in her ear.



"I will be" Faith responded.



"Don't take her virginity" Buffy warned her.



"I won't" Faith assured her with absolute honesty.



They walked out hand in hand, closing the door behind them with an

affectionate lingering glance.



Faith and Dawn held each other and just looked at one another for a moment,

enjoying the sensation of holding one another in their arms, their naked

bodies pressing against one another. Faith could feel Dawn shaking with

nervousness, her heart pounding against hers as though it was about to leap

out of her chest. She was overwhelmed by the loveliness of this wonderful

young girl in her embrace. She would be her first, she would always remember

this moment, this would always be special for her. There was lust in Dawn's

eyes but also innocence and wonder. Dawn was a virgin, untouched by human

hand. And she was Faith's, she was all Faith's.



Faith suddenly burst into tears.



"Faith, oh my god, I'm sorry, did...did I do something wrong?"



Faith snapped out of it in a moment.



"No, no, Dawn. You've done nothing wrong. It's just me that's all. You could

never do anything to spoil this" She took her hand again and stared into her

eyes.



"Only if you want to?" she asked the littlest Summers. It was Faith's turn to

tremble.



Dawn leaned forward and kissed Faith ever so softly. Faith forgot her tears

and just melted into the kiss.

 

"Goddam! And I thought Buffy and Joyce were hot!" Faith cradled an exhausted

Dawn, her head resting on her chest. Faith marvelled at Dawn's beauty. She

was just so gorgeous. She'd always wanted a little sister and now she had

one. And a real mom and big sister too. They all lived in a nice safe home

together and they all loved and cared for each other. She just couldn't be

happier.

Dawn awoke and looked Faith in the eyes, resting her head between her

breasts. Faith stroked Dawn's hair with her hand and gazed back at her. She'd

noticed that Buffy and Joyce were always doing this, couldn't keep their

hands off Dawn's dark, lustrous locks. Feeling them glide through her fingers

she realised why.

"What was your first time?" Dawn asked her innocently.

Faith went cold.

"What do you mean?" her tone was brittle, pained.

Dawn gazed at her curiously, aware that she had touched a nerve. "Who was

your first?"

"He was Prince Charming ok? He carried me away on his horse to his castle and

we made love on a golden bedsilks. You happy?" she threw Dawn off and

stormed from the room.

They found her lying on the bed in Buffy's room gazing into space. She tried

to shrug them off but Buffy's slayer-strength was a match for her own and she

couldn't resist Dawn and Joyce at the same time. She lay there, trapped in

their all-consuming hug, her body rigid with tension.

"Who was your first?" Dawn repeated.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Faith shouted. "I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME! HE WAS JUST SOME GUY

MOM KNEW!"

They lay there in silence as she collected herself. Joyce spoke first. "It's

ok, we're here. You can tell us, you can tell us anything."

She spoke haltingly, her voice cracking. "Mom always used to bring people

home, friends she used hang around with and get drunk. They used to get me

to dance for them. I liked dancing..."

"You liked them paying attention to you" Buffy finished her sentence.

Faith nodded.

"She sold you didn't she...?"

"YES, SHE SOLD ME OK! SHE SOLD HER 12 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER TO THE FIRST GUY WHO

OFFERED HER MONEY TO BUY BOOZE! OK!? HAPPY NOW? HAPPY WITH YOUR PERFECT MOM

AND YOUR PERFECT SISTER AND FRIENDS AND YOUR PERFECT HOME AND LOVING

BOYFRIEND AND WONDERFUL LIFE AND EVERYTHING!"

She began to sob. They took turns to dry her tears. "That's why you like me

to punish you isn't it?" Joyce asked. "You feel guilty about what you did?"

Faith nodded through her tears.

"You weren't to blame, Faith" Dawn told her. "Yore were just a kid, you

were younger than I am now. It wasn't your fault. If it happened to me, if

I enjoyed the attention and the sex and the intimacy you wouldn't blame me

would you?"

"No, of course not! You would be helpless. It wouldn't be your choice" Faith

seemed shocked by the idea.

"Then why blame yourself?"

Faith was silent.

"You told me your mom was an alcoholic" Buffy stroked her cheek. "She loved

you Faith, she just had a sickness that's all. She did the best she could."

"How would you know?" Faith retorted, her anger rising again.

"What mother doesn't love her daughter?" Joyce asked. She leaned over and

kissed Buffy, then Dawn, then Faith on the forehead, each closing their eyes

in rapture as she did so. "She loved you as I do, as we all do. But she

couldn't even care for herself, never mind a child. People are human Faith,

they fall. You fell and we forgave you. You've got to forgive her."

"You've got to forgive yourself" Dawn told her.

"Mom never hugged me" Faith told her, shaking. "Those people she sold me to

were the only ones who ever held me. When I played tag with the other kids

I used to allow myself to get caught because it felt as though they were

hugging me."

"Did you ever try to hug her?" Buffy asked.

"No...no, I couldn't, I just couldn't..."

"Because it was too intimate" Joyce stated. "You couldn't let yourself go,

you couldn't open up and expose yourself like that could you? You'd be too

vulnerable if you did that."

"Yes" Faith nodded.

"That's how she felt too. You did the best you could and so did she. It was

just the circumstances, it wasn't your fault. It was just the world."

Dawn clutched her tightly. "You have us now. And she did hold you. On the day

you were born she held you in her arms. You know she did."

Faith took a series of deep breaths. She stared at the ceiling. "I forgive

her. I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry and I forgive you. I love you. And I know you

loved me."

"Was it your fault?" Dawn asked.

Faith shook her head. "No, it was never my fault, I was just a kid. It was

their fault. They shouldn't have done that to a child. No one should. But

I'm past them now. They can't hurt me anymore."

Faith lay there, a great weight of agony lifted from her shoulders. Around

her her family clustered, enveloping her in their arms with a love that would

last long after the world made their physical embrace end. A love that would

last forever.

* * *

"How do you find the defendant?"

"Guilty."

Faith closed her eyes. She felt Buffy, Dawn and Joyce hug their arms around

her.

She couldn't get them all. She couldn't remember even half of them. But this

made three. It was something.

It was enough.

It was a miracle that they'd got this much. Some where dead. Some were

already in prison. Some the statute of limitations had run already run out

on. None were being tried for what they'd done to her, too much time had

passed. But all had been in possession of child pornography and Faith had

convinced some of their more recent victims to testify. She shared a

triumphal, relieved look with them, half a dozen tearful girls and boys

dotted with their famillies and foster parents around the courtroom. It

was amazing what you could do when you set your mind to it. And when you

had some help from your family.

And your friends.

Especially when your friends were private detectives.

She looked past Buffy, Dawn and Joyce over to the back of the public gallery

where the staff of Angel investigations stood watching, Cordelia and Doyle

holding hands, Kate, Gunn and Fred high-fiving each other whilst Angel and

Lorne lurked by the door, Lorne in his fedroa disguise. Faith smiled at Angel

who was brooding a little less today. He returned it with a warmth that

suggested he should do it more often.

She turned back to the courtroom and watched as the guards shackled her

childhood abuser then led the convicted man away from the defendants box and

back to the cells to await sentencing. Broken, pathetic, dejected. She knew

then and there that he would pay for what he had done to her, done to her and

all the others. And that he would never hurt anyone again.

It said much for Faith's loss of anger that she could actually feel sorry for

him.

* * *

One more thing to do.

Joyce parked the hire car by the edge of the cemetary. Faith got out and

hesitated for a moment before Dawn handed her the flowers. Buffy gave her a

little squeeze of the hand. Faith gave them all a nervous smile and then

parted from them and walked off by herself. For this she had to do alone.

Buffy, Joyce and Dawn were her new life, her new family. But first she had

to say goodbye to the old.

The inscription was plain. Mary LeHane and her dates. A pauper's grave. Faith

wondered if she could get something carved onto the stone but she genuinely

had no idea what she would wish to say.

She rested her hand on the top of the tombstone and placed the flowers onto

her mother's grave. There were no words. It was enough that she had simply

come.