Big City Sin

"Bye, see you in a few days," Willow gave a small wave to Buffy and her ex, Kennedy, as walked over to the car. Willow was relieved that it was Kennedy who took the wheel - Buffy had many skills, but an ability to reverse without knocking down the mailbox or to get into gear without making the engine clank and rev like it was about to explode were not among them. The redhead stood in the doorway watching the two of them head off; there had been a vampire spotted in Detroit, hiding out in a half-abandoned industrial park - it would be an easy kill for a couple of Slayers.

Willow turned back into the house she and Buffy shared, just the two of them since Dawn had runaway. It would be quiet on her own and with no chance of visitors. Xander was being escorted by Vi and checking out an old Mexican temple, Andrew and Rona had taken a new Slayer to dust a vamp in Arizona, Giles was in London trying to build up a library to match the one destroyed with the old Council. And Faith, well the second Slayer was doing her own thing and out of contact; she'd come back in a few weeks boasting about how she'd taken down some demon with just her bare hands and a motorcycle repair kit.

Satisfied that Buffy wasn't returning after having forgotten her overnight bag or anything Willow went upstairs to her room and powered on the PC. She waited, perhaps not patiently, for it to come on and the Internet connection to spring into life bringing up the Google homepage. The redhead paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard; Dawnie Springs, the girl in the video with Cordelia had looked like Dawn Summers. But perhaps Buffy's sister just had a close look-a-like, one who looked totally dissimilar when seen from other angles or shots and the name was just a coincidence as well. For the last week Willow had told herself that, rewatching the DVD a dozen times to try and find some flaw or feature that meant it couldn't possibly be Dawn; she hadn't found any. That was why, she eventually told herself, she'd have to look deeper and see what else had been done, to look at it from a different angle and find the evidence that it wasn't Dawn. It was either that or over breakfast one day say 'Hey, Buffy, I was watching this hardcore porn video and guess what? I've found Dawn.'

Part of her wanted to switch the PC off and forget about it, part of her knew she had to confirm it was Dawn. But there was also a tiny, hidden, dark part, little more than a smidgen, that wanted to see more, watching the teen fucking and getting fucked, imaging that she was in Willow's bed, spreading her legs and cheeks, opening her red-painted succulent lips. With a deep breath Willow typed 'Dawnie Springs' into the search engine. For a second the screen went blank and then it came up with sites - 'Dawnie Springs shows her snatch' 'Dawnie Springs on Teens gone wild' 'Dawnie Springs in Bukkake Babes 18', 'Dawnie Springs in 'Anal Virgin Club 23'' 'Dawnie Springs and Catie Coats in Girls Having Fun 18'. There were so many potential hits that for a moment Willow was overwhelmed, just looking at the list and unable to do anything - she closed her eyes to give herself a moment, before opening them and looking again.

Ignoring the other links Willow went to the one at top; the Dawnie Springs fan site. Willow paused a moment, reading the description beneath the link: 'This is the official site of the hottest new porn star in America - Dawnie Springs - with videos and photos, anal, lesbian, threesome and more. Enter...'. She sat there, fingers resting on the keyboard, not sure she wanted to go in, but she had to, she had to know if it was Dawn...

She clicked on the link.

At the top of the page Dawnie Springs was emblazoned in garish red, whilst just below in a slightly less shocking pink were the words 'I have limits, I just haven't found them yet'. And below that a series of photos - Dawn in a bikini coming out of a pool; Dawn not wearing a bikini and dangling her feet into the pool; lying front down and naked on her bed; standing naked, cupping her tits; again on the bed sucking a dildo as her other hand touched at her pussy; back to the camera, with that tramp-stamp, her hands peeling apart her cheeks.

The mouse hovered over the 'Take the tour' and Willow pressed it. The screen went blank for a second, before it updated with a series of pictures around a video screen. The pictures were similar to the last page, Dawn naked and semi-naked in various poses: kissing another topless girl, her lustful face hanging over an erect cock, sitting naked on a bed stroking her cunt and looking at the camera, on her hands and knees her ass pointed upwards. Willow looked at them for a moment, it was getting harder to deny that the teen plastering the page was Dawn. She pressed the 'play' button on the screen.

For a moment the only thing that happened was a little circle in the middle of the video screen went round and up came a message, buffering, which made Willow smile every time. Then up came a naked Dawnie Springs, sitting her legs crossed on a bed. The teen smiled at the camera and said, in a voice Willow recognised too well, "Hi, I'm Dawnie Springs, I have limits, I just haven't found them yet". The screen went blank again for a millisecond and a cacophony of heavy metal blared from the computer's speakers as a series of short, three or four seconds clips began to play. First a naked Dawn scissoring Cordelia; quickly followed by getting fucked by a black guy; then doing an anal reverse cowboy with another black; another guy, white this time, being sucked by Dawn on her knees; a girl a few years older than Dawn sixty nining with her; two guys standing up and DPing the teen between them. And finally Dawn on her knees, covered with cum - the teen ran her finger through it and placed it in her mouth, "Yum, that's good." The video stopped and Willow sat back; she couldn't believe it - ever since her Mom had died Dawn had been difficult, but... Willow would never have guessed she'd be on her knees covered in cum on camera, or having anal sex with men. Cordelia, yes, she'd always been a slut, but Dawn was... well sweet little Dawnie.

Still in a daze Willow clicked on the 'continue tour' button. A new page flickered up, unsurprisingly it had more pictures of Dawn round the borders, with what looked like an electronic version of a parchment scroll loading in the centre- 'What I've done' was written at the top, together with a list of acts and a tick next to one. Willow read them down: girl on girl, guy on girl, three girls, oral, anal, bukkake, spit-roast, double penetration, BDSM. Willow clicked on the latter, a picture flashed up, a naked Dawnie, her arms pinioned behind her back and her a leather strap pulled tightly round her titties making them bulge out like dark maroon balls - the teen was grimacing in pain. Willow closed the photo and snapped on the three girls, it was a picture of Dawnie in a triangle with Cordelia and another porn star. Willow looked at it, despite herself she was a little aroused. She shook her head disgusted with herself and switched away, Dawn, Dawn, Dawn, how could you she thought, what am I going to tell Buffy? Am I going to tell Buffy?

She clicked on it again, the oral this time and was rewarded with a photo of Dawn's cheek being expanded by a large dark dong. The teen's eyes looked excited. Willow looked at them, wondering how could Dawn enjoy having sex for money, like a whore. She closed the photo and looked at another one, the double penetration - Dawn in the middle of two guys, you couldn't see their faces, but you could see Dawn's and she seemed to be howling in pleasure. Willow looked at it, feeling her own pussy tingle with excitement; she tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away so she flicked onto the girl on girl. That was a mistake; switching to Dawn with a guy to a photo of Dawn fingering and licking a cute blonde didn't make the arousal go away. Nor did flicking onto the bukkake and seeing Dawn's beautiful face liberally glazed in white gooey semen.

Almost automatically Willow felt her hand moving down between her legs, stroking at her cunt through the soft material of her pants. She undid her zip and slid a finger in the flap, pushing aside her panties to feel the warmth and wetness of her twat. She was disgusted and turned on and disgusted that she was turned on.

"Oh Dawn," she moaned, "What have you done?"

She continued to touch herself as she used her spare hand to click on the 'continue tour' at the bottom. The screen went blank to reappear a second later with the fields for credit card details.

Hand shaking Willow reached for her purse.

*

"Hey honey, I'm home," Dawn called in a pastiche of a fifties sitcom.

There was no response and she walked into the main room of the apartment she was temporarily sharing with Cordelia, though the ways things were going she'd soon have enough money to get her own place. Her roomie was sitting cross-legged in front of the widescreen, a cell phone at her ear, "Yes, sorry about that, just Dawn coming in. Yes..." she carried on with the conversation, sticking a thumb up at Dawn to show she'd seen her.

The teen slumped on the sofa with a groan; it had been a hard day, but a fun one. She pulled out a small cosmetic case from her purse and, looking in its mirror, touched up her lipstick, keeping it a glowing red. Cordy had stood up and walked away, gesturing to Dawn she'd only be a minute. The teen leant down and undid her shoes, kicking them off and massaging her aching feet with her hand. The director had insisted that she wore high heels all through the shoot; it was fine when she was on her back, legs wrapped round her co-star as he fucked her, it wasn't even too bad when she was riding the hunk, bouncing her sweet pussy on his large dick. But it had been hell to stand in them, bent over the kitchen counter whilst her co-starred took her from behind, and even worse when she was made to stand one legged, with the other resting on a table as she was pounded in the ass. Still even if her feet felt like they'd been through the meat grinder the aching from her holes was much more enjoyable; the guy she'd been fucking had been big and muscular and he really knew how to draw out her performance. She lay back on the sofa and relaxed.

"Hard day's anal?" asked Cordelia returning to the main room, "You looked pooped." She grinned.

"It was all the way across the city, I was up at five," countered Dawn, "But yeah it was an energetic shoot; which is always fun? How was yours? Weren't you doing a DP today, I bet you enjoyed that."

"It was great. You know so many dicks, so little time, so it really helps when you can take two at one time," the older brunette grinned. Her expression turned more serious, "Have you not got anything booked on Friday?"

"No, it's a day of rest. I may see if Kate's around and head over to hers to hang," Dawn said.

"You want to do a BDSM tie-up scene?" asked Cordy, "I've one booked for Friday and it's all set up, except that was the Director telling me that Chloe, that's who I was going to be shooting with, has broken a toe and can't do it. It's really short notice but I put your name forward. They'll pay you $800 for the shoot."

"Sounds interesting," said Dawn. She looked nervous, "I haven't done any real BDSM before, a little bit of role play with Janice in Sunnydale, but nothing really hard. Will I need to learn knots?"

"There's a boy scout on duty who knows all the knots, so you don't need to worry about that," grinned Cordy, "You do need to worry that I'm playing the top and it's a pretty hardcore scene - anal, face-fucking, tittie torture."

The teen smiled, "You're not putting me off... I'm always up for something new."

"You want to give the director a call, he can talk you through" said Cordy, passing Dawn the phone.

"Yep," grinned Dawnie. She hoped the shoot would be as fun as it sounded.

*

The rope tier wasn't a boy-scout, but an attractive graduate, Cindy, who was working part-time in BDSM to help pay for her PhD in Statistics. She also did private parties and admitted she had a personal fetish for tying her lovers up over the kitchen table and anally fucking them - Dawn made sure she got the woman's phone digits; just in case she had a free Saturday night anytime soon. As the teen put on her make-up and had her hair done with Cordy sitting next to her, Cindy and the Director, a tall balding man called Franco, talked through what the scene would entail, all of which made Dawn's pussy buzz in anticipation. When they asked for a safe word Dawn immediately replied 'Buffy'; which as soon as she said it felt weird and probably suggested some deep-seated psychological hang-up that she needed her big sister to come and rescue her. It was too late to change it, at least without appearing an indecisive idiot, but the teen made a mental note never to use it again.

Dawn got into her starting costume, a tiny black latex dress, which clung to her figure and squeaked a little every time she moved. She was more dressed than Cordy, her friend wearing just a pair of knee length high-heeled boots and a strap-on. They waited as the Director and the crew worked in the cellar downstairs, setting up the lights and the sound equipment and that the ropes were all ready for use. Eventually Franco came up, "We're ready to shoot," he said.

Cordy and Dawn followed him into the cellar. With no windows to let in the sun and fresh air it should have been cool and stuffy, but the high-powered fan in the corner was blowing out enough fresh air to keep the oxygen levels up. Any chill was overpowered by the high powered lights, which had been on long enough to give the room just enough warmth. The cameraman was hefting his camera up and making some last minute adjustments, Cindy sipping some water from a bottle and talking to the sound guy. Dawn waited at the top of the stairs as Cordelia walked down and into the main dungeon; "I'm ready."

The cameraman put it on his shoulder, "Yep, me too boss."

"Action," said Franco.

Dawn walked down the stairs, the camera following every step, zooming in on the tight dress and her tits pushing against the rubber. She walked over to semi-naked Cordelia "You called me Mistress Charisma?" she said, looking at the floor as a good submissive should, trying to appear meek and mild, though inside she was excited and brimming with confidence that she'd please not only Cordy, but Franco and the viewers as well.

"Five minutes ago, Dawnie," snarled Cordelia.

"I'm sorry Mistress I couldn't find my key," Dawn kept looking at her feet, trying not to smile and to look suitably distraught at displeasing her owner.

"I am horny, bitch. I want to fuck," the viewers didn't want a long seduction scene, neither did a very up for it Dawn and she guessed from the glint in her friend's eye Cordelia was also keen for the action to begin, "Strip off your clothes."

The camera focussed on Dawn's undoing the dress straps and peeling it off, the rubber squeaking as she pulled it down. Cordelia stood to one side, but still in the camera's view, looking on sternly and bending a crop between her hands. Once the dress was off she, with the cameraman, walked round the teen inspecting her naked body. She paused behind Dawn, the crop gently caressing the teenager's round naked rump, "Bend over, bitch," she said.

"Yes Mistress Charisma," Dawn bent over, her fingers touching her toes. She knew what was coming but it was still a shock, "Ouch!" she called out as the crop spanked across her ass.

"This is for being late," Cordelia said and brought the leather cane down again.

It snapped against Dawn's butt cheeks and she gave another squeal. Even if it hadn't hurt she had been told to make sure she made a reaction, and it did hurt, not as much as she thought, but still a quick flash of pain like a needle jabbed quickly into her flesh. "Owww!" she gave another quick shriek as Cordy hit her ass. The cameraman was behind them, filming the smack of the crop against her skin and lingering lovingly on the red stripes that formed. Cordy was giving him plenty of time to savour it, pausing five to ten seconds before bringing down her arm the cane snapping across Dawn's naked cheeks "Yooowww!"

"Make sure you keep your key safe, bitch," said Cordy. The cane came down again.

"Yes Mistress Charisma, I'm sorry Mistress Charisma," squealed Dawn. She gave an artful little shiver to show how much she was under her mistress's control and then screamed again as Cordy thrashed her again. The strikes were loud against her skin and each time she was spanked the teen gave an earth shattering shriek.

She counted thirteen strikes before she heard Franco call out, "Okay let's move on. You want a couple of minutes Dawn?"

"Yeah," Dawn straightened and stretched, her hands reaching for her lower back to massage it, "It's not the spanking; it's the bending."

Cordelia took a sip of water from a bottle and passed it to Dawn, "It's not a great position to remain in long, there's a reason why touching your toes is an exercise. Still at least it means you're not fat."

"Gee thanks Cordy," said Dawn and swigged at the bottle, "What next? At least getting fucked proves you're not an uggo?" Her friend grinned and laughed taking the bottle back. Dawn smiled to show she wasn't offended, before looking at Franco, "I'm ready to begin again." She got back into position, leaning over as she had been before with Cordy behind her.

The older brunette hands reached out on the teen's cheeks and squeezed them hard, making Dawn give a stifled cry. Cordy stepped back and gave a languid yawn, "Do you want me to fuck your whore ass, slut?"

"Yes Mistress, please fuck it," called out Dawnie, putting a desperate longing into her voice.

"Beg, tell me how much you want it."

"I want it bad Mistress Charisma. I want you to fuck it open, bang it until it gapes. I want you to own my butt, it's yours to use. Please use it how you want, ruin it, wreck it, tear it open. Please Mistress fuck my skank ass, fuck it like I'm an anal whorebag, like I'm a worthless slut whose only role is to be butt-fucked to oblivion. Please fuck it hard," Dawn put everything she had into the plea, her horniness so high she was only half acting.

"I may fuck it later," Cordelia sounded bored, which was a hell of bit of acting when she had such a sexy ass wiggling in front of her. "But in the meantime let me put this in." In the movie there would be no break, in reality Dawn stretched up and groaned before bending over again as Cordelia went over to Cindy and collected the butt-plug. The camera zoomed in on the toy, with its pointed end, specially designed to open reluctant back holes.

"Aaarrrhhh," Dawn gave a cry, half moan, half squeal, combining pain, excitement and pleasure as Cordy started to insert it in her ass. The brunette made a show of it, slowly pushing it in and twisting it round, like it was a corkscrew. Dawn groaned again, "Ohhhh, aaaaarhhhh... oh Mistress that feels so good."

"It's not for your pleasure, whore," Cordelia sounded disapproving, "but for my ease. If I do fuck that worthless ass later I don't want to have to exhaust myself forcing you open."

"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry," said Dawn in a tone that suggested that if she hadn't already been looking at her feet she would have lowered her head in shame.

"Good stuff," said the Director as they stepped back, "Cindy you ready with the ropes? Dawn you want another drink? You want to take five before we get you into the next position?"

"I'm not sure I need five, two perhaps" smiled Dawn, she was always enthusiastic to try a new thing and being trussed up like a chicken was something she hadn't done before. She took another swig of the drink and stretched, exercising her back muscles and shoulders, wiggling her ass to make sure the plug remained in firmly, but not too uncomfortably. She put down the bottle, "Tie me up."

It took a few minutes to do it properly. First of all Dawn knelt down and placed her arms behind her back. Cindy slid a small plank of wood between them, tying it securely in place so that they were effectively pinioned and immovable. She gave a few tugs of the rope and made Dawn arch her back to make sure it was tight, but not crippling and that while it was uncomfortable it wasn't painful. Next she roped round Dawn's pert tits. The teen grimaced as the rope bit into the flesh; she had been told there was no way this wouldn't cause some pain, but she had the safe word if it got too much and they could slow down. But it was a matter of professional pride to Dawn, as well as a personal wish, that she wouldn't use it unless she really had to. Cindy could squeeze the rope round as tight as the tier wanted, making the titties tight in the middle and bulge out at the end. The tier tossed the rope over a metal bar in the ceiling and turned to Dawnie, "I'm going to give it a tug, keep kneeling if you can, but call out your safe word anytime you want to stop. You remember what it is?"

To her embarrassment Dawn did, she nodded.

"Tell me, just to be sure," Cindy was insistent.

"Buffy," said Dawn and blushed. Her eyes flicked over to Cordy who was eating a biscuit. Her friend just smiled back at her, not commenting on the word chosen. Dawn looked at Cindy, "I'm ready....owwww!" The rope bit deeper into her titties as the blonde pulled at the rope, squeezing them so hard that if they'd been fake they'd have popped. Then as quickly as she started pulling Cindy relaxed; it wouldn't be true to say the pain went away, Dawn's teenage titties were still throbbing, but it wasn't as intense.

Cindy came over and looked at the knots, smiling, "That seems good. Up you stand," she helped Dawn to her feet before going over to the other end of the rope. "I'm going to pull this again, this time it'll dig into your breasts and lift you up. I'm going to get you on your tiptoes. You ready."

"As ever," Dawn nodded. She tried to smile, but it came out like her teeth were glued together and her lips were forced apart by an invisible spring. And even that smile fell as Cindy pulled on the rope. It bit deep into her skin, and her tits felt like they were being chopped between two hard bars - her face contorted in pain. Cindy carried on, slowly working the rope, making it bite deep into the teen's boobs and squeezing them until they looked like balloons. Dawn gave a gasp of pain, Cindy paused, waiting for a second for the safe word. "I'm 'kay," hissed Dawn through her teeth. She could feel herself being lifted, her heel and soles moving upwards as she kept her toes on the ground, the back of her calves starting to ache with the strain.

"You're doing well," smiled Cindy and relaxed the rope, letting Dawn back down to the floor. "You felt the rope was tight? It should be digging in, not slipping," she smiled, "We don't want to give you rope burn."

"They were tight," said Dawn. Shit, were they tight.

"Good," Franco came over to join them, "Now for the next scene you won't be able to speak so we can't use the safe word; you'll need to make a gesture. If you want us to stop hold out your middle three fingers, got that?"

"Yes, three fingers," Dawn nodded looking up at the man.

"Cindy will be behind you, out of shot, but keeping an eye on your hand. You stick out three fingers and we'll stop; you okay with that?"

"Sure," Dawn nodded, but she was confident that she could take it all. "Three fingers."

"Cordy, you ready?" Franco called to the almost naked brunette who was sipping a bottle of water.

Cordy nodded and made a quick adjustment to her strap-on, making sure it was on securely. She walked over to stand in front of Dawn, "How you feeling?" she asked.

"Excited," replied Dawn. It was a bit painful, that was true, her knees and feet scraped on the hard concrete floor, her arms were uncomfortably positioned between her back and the butt plug sharply dug into her ass; and all that was ignoring the biting of the rope around her titties. But she couldn't deny being totally dominated and degraded, painfully so, and on camera, was a turn-on and she was enjoying it; you didn't need to orgasm to enjoy sex.

"Action," snapped out Franco and the two young women's smiles dropped; Cordy's expression becoming stern and unyielding, Dawn's scared and submissive.

"Does this hurt?" Cordy pulled at the rope.

"Ouuucchh," the squeal from Dawnie wasn't acting, nor was the twist in her face or the purple colouring of her titties, "Yes mistress Charisma."

"Do you want to please me?" Cordelia let go off the rope, easing some of the pressure on Dawn. Instead she yanked at the teen's chin and brutally lifted her head upwards so that she was looking into her face. Dawn tried to nod, but she was too tightly held. Before she could reply Cordelia had repeated the question, her tone sharp, "I said, Dawnie, do you want to please me?"

"Always," replied Dawn.

Cordelia snorted like she didn't believe her, but let the teen's head go. She gave another tug on the rope, pulling it so hard that Dawn left her knees and stood half-way up. It put pressure on her toes and feet and she grimaced, the camera zooming in on her pained expression. Cordy held onto the rope for a few moments, keeping the teen hanging, before she relaxed it. "I want to fuck you," she said.

"Yes Mistress Charisma... which hole?" Dawn asked in a dutiful tone.

"Open your mouth wide, I'm going to fuck that pretty whore face of yours," Cordelia said.

The cameraman moved to one knee in front and to the side of them, hoisting the camera on his shoulder and concentrating on shooting the top half of Dawn and the bottom middle of Cordelia. The brunette teen opened her mouth as instructed, by instinct flexing her fingers out and balling them back into fists. Cordelia's hands were on the back of her head, stopping her moving back and the older brunette began to move forward pushing the dick into Dawn's mouth. The younger teen wasn't inexperienced at having dicks, real or rubber in her mouth, she'd been sucking cock since she'd had her first date and she knew how to handle them. She had even done plenty of deep-throating before, giving guys that extra slurpy special in the back seat of cars or in the lockers after class. But Cordy's dildo was as big as she'd handled, so thick that the teen's jaw muscles ached as she struggled to open her mouth wide enough to take it. The older porn star was pushing it in deep, filling the teen's mouth with the rubber, squeezing out the air and pushing down her tongue. Normally Dawn would have just moved her head back a little to get used to the dong, but the scene called for Cordy to keep her in position. The twentysomething had got Dawnie's head gripped and not only was she stopping Dawn retreating, but she was pressuring her forward, forcing the teen's mouth further down the cock.

It was suffocating, like having cement poured into her mouth. And it was getting worse; Cordy pushing so that the dildo was moving past the root of her tongue and into her throat. The big toy was pressing at her tonsils and blocking her throat, making Dawn almost physically throw up and struggle for breath. She could feel herself retching, the bile rising in her throat and filling her mouth. With no escape for the liquid it felt like she was drowning. The strap-on went deeper into her throat, forcing her eyes open and making them water. Dawn could feel her nails biting into her palms as she clenched her fist so hard that it wasn't only her tits that felt they were being stabbed with needles. She couldn't take it much longer, she decided, as Cordy thrust deep into her mouth, impaling her throat with the dildo. The teen's fingers began to unlock...

And Cordy pulled out, not far, not all the way, but enough for Dawn to gurgle out her bile and gasp in a shot of oxygen, it felt like manna from heaven. The relief didn't last long, seconds perhaps, long enough for the teen to spew and cough and breathe and reclasp her fists, hoping no-one had seen them start to uncurl. She could feel the plug in her ass vibrating as she shook and gasped. She barely had time to recover before the dildo rammed in her mouth again, forcing its way against her throat. Dawn could feel herself choking and struggling, but she knew she could take it. Her pussy was buzzing with excitement as the dick dominated another hole; it was such a turn-on to be totally controlled, to be unable to do anything, not even suck the dick or lick it, just to be a passive recipient of Cordelia's lust. Doing it on film and knowing thousands, tens of thousands would be watching it was just icing on the cupcake.

"That's good," Franco called out, "Let's see if we can Cordy's face in. Cordy I want you to verbally abuse Dawnie, ad-lib some lines; remember she's your property."

The cameraman moved position as Cordy began to talk, "Fucking whore. I'm face fucking you slut-face. You're mine, you're my fucktoy and I'm going to use whatever hole I want. I'm going to slam this dick right down your throat. Do you hear me, Dawnie you dirty fucking skank? I own you're fucking holes and I want to fuck your dirty tramp face. That's it, take my big fucking plastic prick down your slut throat. Deep-throat it like your face is a cunt. Yeah, slut, that's right; you're a cheap fucking hooker and only dirty, skanky whores deep-throat like you do."

Dawn loved it; she might not have had a G-spot in her throat, but the way her pussy was feeling she didn't need one. Her whole body was buzzing and tingling, the pain and agony of the ropes, the severe discomfort of the dong pounding her throat, the humiliation and dirtiness of Cordy's cries, they all made Dawn as wet as the Atlantic. The other brunette pulled out a little, allowing Dawn to take in that precious seconds of oxygen and cough her bile down her chin and onto her naked tits. "Bitch, whore, slut, skank, tramp, cunt," snarled Cordy and thrust in again, face fucking Dawn hard and deep.

The cameraman moved position again, placing his camera over Cordy's shoulder and filming down so that he was recording the cock pounding into the teen's mouth and her tied tits bouncing and jiggling in the ropes. More saliva slid from her mouth, leaving a white trail over her chin as it came down like a waterfall over upper chest and tits. Her eyes were watering, the eyeshadow, chosen for its lack of water resistance, smearing out across her face like she was a second rate imitation of the Joker. Still Cordy rammed in, thrusting the dildo down Dawnie's throat and screaming at the teen, "You're a fucking whore, you're my fucking slut, you're my cheap fucking piece of worthless ass. Suck it bitch, suck it you fucking cunt faced fuckhole!"

"Okay let's take a breather," Franco called.

Dawn gasped out as Cordy pulled the dildo from the teen's mouth, letting out a wheeze and coughing out some more spit and saliva. Cordy stood beside her, her hand stroking the teen's hair as she choked and snorted and tried to take in air like it was being rationed. "You alright Dawn?"

It took a few moments for the teen to be able to reply, when she did she was smiling, "Yeah, that was... intense."

"You like it?"

"Loved it," smiled Dawn. "It was like totally total. It was extreme."

"Great show girls," said Franco, "You want some water Dawn? We can untie you if you need a break." His tone suggested that if they untied her they'd need to rope her back up afterwards and that meant it would be way after dark by the time they finished the shoot and that some of them had wives and kids they wanted to see before bedtime.

"Yes please," Dawn smiled, "I'm fine remaining tied someone can just help me with the drink."

Cindy unscrewed a bottle top and knelt down by the teen, "Here," she said tipping it into Dawn's mouth slowly.

Dawn drank it greedily, she had never known that sucking a cock so hard and so deep would leave her so dehydrated. Though, perhaps she shouldn't be surprised, her pussy was soaking, her eyes cried out and she'd lost half her body way in watery bile; it needed replacing. She nodded that she had finished, "I'm ready."

Cindy stepped away to replace the bottle on the table and Franco finished his conversation with the cameraman. He turned to the tied up teen, "Safe word?"

"Buffy," Dawn replied, she was sick of recalling it; but it served her right for being dumb, she told herself.

"Okay, let's get this show back on the road," Franco said and everyone on the set, who wasn't bound up, scurried to their positions. Franco waited until they were ready and called out, "Action."

The camera's lens followed Cordy as she spun away from standing in front of a crouching Dawn and took the few steps over to the rope. She gave a sharp tug on it and the camera's took in Dawn's wince of pain and then Cordy's dominating smile. "You need to be punished," said the older brunette, Dawn wasn't sure what for, but it didn't really matter for future viewers.

"Yes, Mistress Charisma," Dawn made sure she got a quaver into her voice.

The cameraman focussed her fearful looking expression for a moment, before stepping back so that he had both her and Cordy in frame. He gave a nod to show he was ready.

Cordelia gave an evil looking smile and began to pull at the rope. At first Dawn remained on her knees, her face contorting as the rope dug deeper and deeper into her teenage tits. But as Cordy continued to pull the teen was dragged slowly to her feet, her knees scraping over the ground as she struggled to stand and her calves aching as she brought herself up with no hands. It hurt, there was no doubt about that. Her expression twisted in pain, her mouth stuck in a grim angle and her eyes screwed shut as if that would stop the agony. It was also a major turn on and the teenager knew that if her arms hadn't been pinioned round her back she'd have been jilling herself senseless, the pain mixing with pleasure. She gave a small cry, a little squeal of agony, as Cordelia continued with the rope tugging it until the teen was on tiptoes. The older porn star smiled for the benefit of the cameras, "You've been a bad, bad slave."

"I have," squeaked Dawn, "Punish me please. Teach me a lesson."

There was a brief pause whilst Cindy tied off the rope round a hook and Cordelia got the cane from the props chest. Franco called 'action' again and the cameraman focussed on Dawn's tits, popping under the rope before swinging round to pick up Cordy as she walked a few steps forward, turned and walked a few steps back. All the time she was flexing her cane and speaking, "You're a dirty little slut aren't you? A two-bit whore who needs to be punished. I'm going to thrash you Dawnie Springs, I'm going to thrash those firm teenie tits. I'm going to cane and whip them until you're screaming and raw. Perhaps it will teach you a lesson, perhaps not, but it'll remind you that you're mine to do with as I please."

"Y...Y...Yes, Mistress Charisma," the tremble in Dawn's voice wasn't faked, but the fear and anxiety was as much a turn on as the pain and submission. "I...I'm your bitch to punish."

"You are," Cordy stopped in front of her and ran the cane tenderly over the teen's tits. The rope was so tight and the tits so sensitive that even the light caress made Dawn's erogenous zones light up like a light on a game-show panel. The older brunette smiled, a wicked grin, "I'd say this was for your own good, but I'd be lying... it's solely for my pleasure."

Dawn nodded, "I'm your whore, treat me how you want."

"Aaaaarrghh," the teen screamed as the cane slapped across her tits.

Cordelia grinned, "I'm going to."

She raised the cane again and brought it down across the puffy nipples, striking at them hard and leaving a red mark across the purple of the bunched up bosoms. Dawn gave another shriek, her body recoiling from the blows. But tied firmly in place there was no-where to go and all that happened was that her tiptoes left the ground; the teen was hanging by her tits scrabbling to find the floor. Cordy wasn't pausing, the script said to whip the tied up titties hard and the other porn star was doing so. Dawn didn't blame her, they were professionals and it wasn't up to the other girl to go slow or soft, if she wanted it to stop all she had to was cry 'Buffy'. Her toes were touching the floor, but they couldn't seem to get purchase, sliding over the concrete as she swung back and forth. The cane swished down again, her titties pinging as the light wood slashed across them, and in her ass Dawn could feel the butt-plug quivering, like it wanted to break free.

"AAAAarrrrghhhh," Dawn cried out, the pain was excruciating; agonising like a million red hot needles were being repeatedly jabbed into her. 'Buffy... Buffy... Buffy' the name was on the tip of her tongue and in her mind she screamed it a thousand times, but never aloud, the only sounds coming from her mouth high-pitched shrieks and yells. Her toes touched the floor for a second and then it was away as she swung back, the blow from Cordy twisting and turning her. 'Buffy....Buffy..." the safe-word repeated itself in her brain, but something kept her from shouting it out. Pride, professionalism, the wetness in her pussy, all combined - or just not wanting to be reminded of how many times Buffy had saved her; instead she dangled and screamed, "Aaaaarrrghhh."

"Whore, bitch, skank, slut, fuckhole, tramp, twat on legs, fuck-face, slut, tramp," Cordelia screamed and shouted as she caned the dangling teen's tits, her face contorting with a fake anger so intense that spittle flew from her mouth with every shriek, "Whore, cunt-face, tramp, asshole, fuck-features, bitch, cunt, whore."

The cane thrashed down again and again, leaving Dawn's titties looking like a cross between a dropped blancmange and a knocked down zebra. The teen was shrieking and screaming, tears rolling from her eyes from the pain. 'Buffy...Buffy...Buffy..." Dawn knew that any second she was going to scream it. She would count to ten and then shout it out, give the cameraman ten more seconds of footage, she could hold on that long. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten. The cane crashed down again, agonising like her titties were being razored off, but she was a pro she could give it ten more before the safeword. 'One...two...three...four...five'.

"Okay let's hold it there," said Franco.

Dawn almost swooned in relief. Cordy had dropped the cane and was helping her find her feet as Cindy came up and began to untie her; "Pretty intense, yes?"

"Yeah, intense," mumbled Dawnie. Her tits were burning, red and mottled as Cindy undid the ropes. The teen staggered and Cindy removed her butt plug before helping her to sit down cross-legged on the concrete and starting to unpinion her arms. Franco was beside her with a bottle of water and a towel. "Thanks," said Dawn taking them. Her throat was raw from screaming and it was only now she realised she was soaked with sweat, the perspiration matting her hair and dripping down her body. She began to rub herself dry as Cordy knelt down beside her and gave her forehead a friendly stroke.

"That was great, Dawn," Franco stood over her, "That scenes a seller. When you lost your feet and your just dangling no-one would have blamed you if you'd stopped until we'd got you on your feet again. I was really expecting you to call out Buffy..." suddenly he sound worried, "You did remember it?"

"Yeah," said Dawn. She didn't want to say she regretted choosing it and didn't want to call out to her big sister for help, so instead she said, "I'm a pain slut; I wanted to get a good shot for the guys at home." It had the benefit of being true, if not, perhaps, the whole truth.

"Well take ten minutes and then we'll do the final shot."

"Okay," said Dawn and stretched; she had pins and needles in her wrists and her shoulders were aching. She sat and breathed deeply, relaxing and letting her chi right itself. It didn't take long and by the time Franco called her again Dawn was hot to trot.

In the middle of the room a vaulting horse had been placed, its wooden legs sawn down enough so that when Dawn lay her midriff on the top her toes almost touched the floor. The teen lay across it as Franco replaced the plug in her ass, which, as it had not yet had time to close, easily opened the toy. The Director stood back and had a quiet word with the cameraman, the two of them mentally sizing up the teen and imaging the next scene. After a few moments, Franco put his hands inside Dawn's thighs and opened them a little further. He stood back, nodded in satisfaction and said to Cindy, "Tie her up again."

The ropes weren't digging in as deep as before, the knots this time were designed to hold the teen in place, not bulge bits of her out. But they were still tight, her ankles tied to the back wooden legs, her wrists then pulled down and under the vault and tied to her ankles. Once tied the rope was taut, with little elastic in it, keeping Dawn in position - she could move an inch or two either way, but not any further. Her long hair fell to the floor covering her face and the blood rushed to her head. Next to the props table Cordy was liberally applying lube to her strap-on. Franco walked round her, with Cindy and the cameraman checking the angles were right and the knots were tight. Franco knelt down beside the teen, "Safeword?"

"Buffy," replied the teen, her eyes popping as blood rushed down.

"Good," Franco got up and moved away, "Places everyone. Action."

Cordelia hands squeezed at Dawnie's firm ass, "You've been a good bitch."

"Thank you Mistress," squeaked Dawn.

"And I'm going to reward you," the older brunettes hands slid over Dawn's cheeks, running her fingers over the red lines that her caning had impressed on the skin and making the teen wince. "Do you want a reward?"

"Yes Mistress," said Dawn.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to fuck it so hard I pop," said Dawn, putting every drop of desire she could manage into the sentence.

"I didn't hear you slut-bitch," said Cordelia; her toy rubbed at the inside of Dawn's thigh.

The teen quivered in excitement as the slimy rubber moved across her flesh, touching just under her cunt, leaving a trace of lube across her mons. She moaned in excited anticipation and said, "I want you to butt-fuck my worthless asshole. Please bang it, it's yours, it your fuckhole. Please fuck my worthless anal fuckhole."

There was a pop as Cordy pulled the butt-plug out of Dawn's ass; for a moment the hole felt kinda open and cold as the air rushed in. But only for a few seconds, until Cordy started to ease her dildo in. The strap-on went in quickly, the butt-plug and the lube doing their work, and Dawn moaned as she could feel the rubber sliding over her bowel walls, massaging and stretching them, making them tingle with excitement. "Oh fuck my cheap, skank ass," she moaned.

Cordelia gripped her waist and raised herself back, "I'm going to fuck your butt so hard that you'll wake up on Wednesday and it on Saturday."

Dawn wasn't sure the ad-lib made sense, but she didn't say so, instead she moaned, "Fuck it how you like, fuck it please.....uurrrrrghhhh, ohhhhhh." She cried out in pleasure as Cordy slammed the toy in, ramming it deep down the teen's anal passageway and opening bits that even the plug hadn't reached. "Ooooohhh, uuuuurhhh," Dawn moaned again, her body bucking against the ropes as Cordy thrust again, ramming the large toy further down so that it touched her cervix and tickled at her G-spot. The older brunette swept back and then in again, thrusting down, Dawn's mouth opened and she gasped "Oooohhh, urrrrrhhh."

"Fucking bitch, anal whore," swore Cordy as she started to really got to town on the teen's tush, slamming harder and deeper and faster, ramming the toy down Dawn's backhole and pounding at the erogenous zone from behind, making Dawn's pussy cream up and the teen squeal in pleasure. "You're mine, this is my fucking ass cunt-face, say it, say it now!"

"You own me Mistress Charisma, you own my ass, it's your personal fuckhole. I'm your dirty anal skank, do what you want with me," Dawn cried out. The feel of the dildo in her ass was so good, the way it stretched and opened her and how it pounded hard at her special spot, each thrust making her shake with pleasure. Her body was quaking and now she knew why the ropes were looser, cos as she quivered they dug and bit at her, if they'd be as tight as before her violent shakes would have made the ropes draw blood. She screamed in pleasure and pain, the pounding in her ass and the burn of the cord intermixing with the orgasmic joy rushing from her pussy, "Aaaaarrrghh, I'm your bitch, Mistress, fuck me like a bitch."

Cordelia was going even faster, pounding into Dawn so hard that the vault was almost knocked over. Dawn screamed again, the orgasms were as intense as she'd ever had. She wasn't sure whether it was the speed and power of the anal pounding or that her brain was fucked by the blood rushing down to it, or whether it was feeling of helpless submission. She didn't really care, either, all that mattered was that she was cumming; again, and again, and again.

"That's it you fucking slutbag, take my fucking dildo in your ass. It's not made for shitting, bitch, it's made for fucking," Cordy screamed and rammed the toy down deep.

"Aaaarrrghhhh," shrieked Dawn, "Aaaarrrghhh!"

"Fucking dirty whore, cheap fucking cunt-features," shrieked Cordy. Her hands were gripping hard at the teen's waist and her dick was pounding in. Dawn could feel the older brunette's thighs slap into her so hard that it hurt. Not as much as the rope or the dildo in her ass though. "Whore, bitch, twat-faced tramp," screamed Cordelia.

"Arrrrrggghhhh," Dawn screamed, "Aaaarrrgghhh." The pleasure was so intense that she wanted to spring and bounce, but the ropes held her in place. It made the pleasure even greater, as if her bucking would have let the ecstasy escape and being tied firmly prevented that. "Aaaaarrrghhh," the orgasms shot through her ass and pussy, down her thighs and calves and feet and down her stomach and throat and into her upside down head. Her brain fried with bliss. "Aaaaarrrghhh, yesssss, oooohhh fuuccckkk! Aaarrrghhh." The older brunette's fake phallus pounded away.

Sweat dripped from them both, sliding over their skin and tightening the ropes. Dawn's cunt was soaking as well, cum oozing from the wall, more with each thrust. Her stomach was hurting now, pressed down across the vault bar, each hammer blow from Cordy punching the teen against it. Not that she cared, the orgasms were too sweet, too intense, too overpowering, all that mattered were them. "Bitch," screamed Cordy, "Whoreish slut, fuckhole, cunt, skank."

"Aaaarrrghhh, yes, Mistress Charisma, aaaaaarrrghh, myyyy....fuuuccck!, Aaaarrrrghhh!" Dawn screamed more and harder, until her vocal chords felt as stretched as her ass.

And still Cordy continued. Her hands gripping the teen and her dildo vigorously pounding down the teen's asshole, making Dawn cum and quiver with pleasure, pulling at the ropes like she was desperate to escape - though she wasn't. Harder and deeper Cordy continued, sweat dripping from her. Her dirty talk gradually tailed off, to be replaced by exhausted pants, but while it was quieter she wasn't any slower and Dawn's shrieks made up for them both, "Aaaaaarrrghhh, yesssss! Fuck me, fuck my cheap asshole, fuck it hard."

"Oh, uh," Cordy panted back.

"Okay, finish it," called Franco.

For a half a minute Cordy sped up, thrusting her toy so hard into Dawn the teen thought she would split. Then just as she thought Cordy was going to tear her the older brunette pulled out, with a final hiss of "Worthless skank." Dawn remained in situ, gasping and panting herself as she relaxed and tried to get her heart-rate back to normal. Behind her she knew the cameraman was concentrating on her open and bruised ass, filming the gaping wide hole that Cordy had left. The teen waited as the ass slowly began to close.

"That's a wrap," called Franco and led a small round of applause by Cindy, "Good job girls, that was one hell of a shoot."

"Sure was," agreed Cordy, "You enjoy it, Dawn?"

"Loved it," panted the teen, "my head's still spinning."

Cindy bent down and started to untie her, smiling at the teen as she unpicked the knots with a deft expertise, "I'm sure you're told this a lot, Dawn, but you're going to go far in the business."

The teen smiled and stretched a free arm, "I want to go as far as I can."

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