Breaking Faith

5. Going Clubbing

“Hello Toy.”

“Hello Mistress.” As soon as her owner walked into the lounge, Faith dropped onto her knees, gaze lowered to the carpet. Once she’d forgotten and the witch had poured itching powder into her pussy and left her hog-tied for the entire day as punishment. It was a lesson she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

“Good girl.” Willow patted her on the head. The witch quickly undressed and sat on the sofa, legs spread. “I’ve been looking forward to my slut’s talented tongue all day.” Willow looked down at her bald slit. “Over here, Toy.”

“Yes Mistress.” Faith crawled over to the witch. The beautiful Bostonian looked down at her own cunt. It had already begun to glisten at the thought of serving her owner and mistress, so far gone was her programming. “May I?” she pleaded.

Willow smirked down at her before taking her chin and lifting her face. “You may,” her mistress’ free hand started to grope Faith’s firm bosom. “But don’t neglect your pussy licking duties,” the witch warned before releasing her grip and lying back, a relaxed look on her face.

”Of course not Mistress.” Faith began shooting her tongue in and out of the wicca’s tight moistness, swirling it around her quivering walls while also rubbing furiously at her own clit, two fingers in her cunny. Her practiced tongue soon had her owner bucking wildly. Sensing the red-head was about to cum, Faith switched her attention to her captor’s clit, nipping it with her teeth.

”FUUUCK!” the witch screamed. Willow’s sweat-slicked body arched off the couch, ejaculations arching out of her cunt to splatter Faith’s face. A grin on her face, the witch sat up and slammed her hands into Faith’s naked shoulders.

“Owww!” Faith gasped as she fell backwards, her head painfully bouncing off the floor. She didn’t otherwise react when the former hacker knelt between her legs and began to eagerly lick at her cunny. After just a few minutes, Faith followed the witch in climaxing, her body wriggling in helpless ecstasy.

For a minute or so there was nothing but panting. Then her mistress stood and placed a heel on the sexy Slayer’s neck, pressing her to the carpet. “Stay,” Willow ordered before leaving. In just a few minutes the witch returned. “On your knees.” The Witch ordered. The beautiful Bostonian quickly obeyed. “Lift up your right titty.” Faith stared at the witch. “We’re going to a S&M club tonight. I want my bitch properly attired. Do it!”

Faith knew that tone from bitter experience and quickly cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it up. “Good girl,” Willow stroked the sultry slave’s long hair. “For that my little whore I’ll take them out afterwards.” The wicca giggled. “After all I can put them back in.”

The busty brunette hissed when the witch took a needle and pushed it through her nipple, sending a fiery pain through the tit. “Remember you’re the Slayer,” Willow taunted as she fixed a smooth gold ring onto her nipple. “Now, your left.” Willow repeated the process after Faith had obeyed. “You know why you’re letting me do this?”

“Because I’m your bitch,” Faith replied, the pain from her throbbing mammaries nothing next to her humiliation.

”Exactly.” Willow beamed at her answer. “On your back.” Once the gorgeous brunette had obeyed, Willow lowered her pussy onto her face. “I would never had done these horrible things to my Tara. But she was my lover, not my whore. I’m going to pierce your sexy little belly-button and clit next. While I’m doing that, well I don’t need to tell a slut like you what to do.”

The sultry sex-slave immediately began working the red-head’s bald pussy lips, stroking them with her soft, pink tongue. The witch purred. “Oh good girl.” Faith ignored the pain that lanced through her stomach at her piercing. “You have,” Willow kissed her belly button, “the most sexy belly button. It’s lucky really.” Willow giggled. The beautiful brunette wriggled as a ring was fitted. “Because who’d want you for anything other than your slutty body?” Faith whimpered in terror when she felt her owner ease her clit out of its protective sheath.

“Ahhhhhh!” Willow’s thighs clamped around the east coast beauty’s head as Faith screamed into her as the witch’s needle pierced her nubbin, followed quickly by a ring being fitted. “Ah fuck!” Faith screeched as Willow laughed and sadistically amplified her pain by tugging on her newly-attached clit ring a few times before climbing off the spasmodically convulsing Slayer. “Jesussss!”

“Stay here,” the witch nudged her in the side. “I’ll go and dress. When I come back, I’ll bring your costume.”

When the witch returned, she’d changed into a pair of thigh-length PVC boots, a pair of blood-red spandex hotpants and a black corset tied around the back with red lace, her pale breasts pushed upwards. The witch had also put on a black leather mask that only left her cold green eyes and cruel mouth visible. “Up on your knees Toy.”

Faith moved sensually into the required position. “Owww!” she squealed when Willow grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

”Quiet!” Willow snapped before fastening the beautiful Slayer’s silky locks into a pony-tail. “Now,” Willow stroked the submissive Bostonian’s hair. “Look at this.”
The red-head had a leather collar in her hands with a ring in its back and one in the front, a plate with two words in red also there. “What does it say?”
The defeated beauty looked down at the carpet of her prison. “Red’s bitch.”

Her tormenter giggled. “That’s right. And don’t you forget it.” Willow removed the well-endowed brunette’s current collar and replaced it with the new one. “Ah,” the red-head smirked. “Now everyone will know who’s property you are.”

Her mistress next fitted the helpless Slayer with a black PVC bra that encircled rather than concealed her tit flesh, covering the area around her grade A melons, pinching and forcing them to jut out even more, the rouge the witch painted around her pierced nipples only adding to the effect. The next part of Faith’s costume were a pair of crotchless dark blue frill hemmed lace panties. Finally the east coast beauty was fitted with a pair of thigh-length, high-heel black boots. “Hands behind your back Toy.”

Faith swallowed when she felt a pair of cuffs being fastened to her wrists, the cold metal pressing against her bare back. “I know you can break them,” Willow whispered in the Bostonian Slayer’s ear as the red-head reached around her to tug on her nipple tings. “But I also know you won’t will you?”

”No mistress,” Faith dutifully and hurriedly replied.

”Good girl.” Willow patted her on the head. “You’re a lot smarter than I thought. You’re getting the idea of being a fuck-toy much faster than I thought you would.” The witch walked around the front of the curvy Slayer and fastened two silver beaded chains to the front collar before threading them through her nipple, tummy, and clit rings, and fastening them off.

“Owww.”

Faith gasped when her owner yanked on the chain. “You look the perfect little slut.” Willow commented as she applied dark Mascara to the slave’s eyes. “The only trouble is,” Willow looked critically at her as she leashed Faith’s collar, “the police might stop us.” The red-head beamed. “You’ll have to travel in the trunk.” Faith stared at the witch, not daring to protest. “Oh wait,” the witch stuffed a silver ring gag into Faith’s mouth, forcing her cupid shaped lips apart until they hurt. “Now you’re ready.” The witch yanked on her leash, pulling her to her feet. “Follow.”

* * *

Faith shuddered as Willow led her into a jet-black club, its pink neon sign ominously proclaiming it as ‘Pain & Pleasure’. All around the strobe-lit club, Faith caught glimpses of people in bondage gear, some fastened to whipping posts, others to St. Andrew’s Crosses, and others in stockades. Some being disciplined, others doing the disciplining.

To the right of all the depravity there stood a busy bar while towards the back of all the action there stood a spotlighted stage with a bench positioned below a suspended St. Andrew’s Cross.

While Faith saw all this with a mounting horror, Willow was licking her lips. “So much fun,” the witch murmured. “This way.” Faith obediently followed the crazed lesbian.

Faith paled as they reached the far side, horrified realisation flooding over her as she saw the toilet doors. The busty slave shook her head wildly and pleaded with her eyes, unable to speak thanks to the ring gag. Willow beamed at her distress. “Nonsense my dear, you’ll do as I tell you,” she instructed before dragging her into the toilet.

As they entered the lavatories, a fat man wearing nothing but a leathered bondage mask stopped them. “My, you weren’t exaggerating,” the lard-ass’ leer made the gorgeous Bostonian’s skin crawl. “She is a beauty. Shall I show you where?”

“Lead,” Willow yanked on the sultry Slayer’s chain, making her stagger on her high heels, “the way.”

“Of course.” The man tore his eyes away from the voluptuous slave and nodded. “Follow me.” The man led them over to a hook in the wall with a red button beside it. “ This-.”

”Let me,” Willow interrupted. Faith shuddered when she recognised the sadistic glee in Willow’s aqua eyes. This was either gonna hurt or degrade her, maybe both. “Come on Toy, Mistress’ play-time’s here.” The witch fixed the ring on the back of Faith’s collar onto the hook, forcing the busty beauty into a crouch. Faith groaned as her tormenter picked up a chain on the floor and hooked it onto her clit ring. The Slayer’s luminous orbs widened when the witch pressed the button, and something, she hoped like hell it was a dildo, jutted out of the ground and powered into her tiny bunghole while the floor chain pulled down, tugging on all her piercings.

The man giggled. “Oh she looks so divine. May I?”

Willow smiled at her. “Of course. That’s what the little slut’s here for.”

The man beamed before pulling out a short but fat cock that he shoved into the voluptuous Bostonian’s open mouth before placing his clammy palms on her face, her nose pressed against his sweaty gut. “Drink up baby.”

Faith gagged as a stream of hot piss hit the back of her throat. Her stomach rebelled but she was unable to do anything but swallow the whole sorry load. The man groaned as his stream ended and reached down to begin caressing her exposed tits with a contented sigh. “Lick me clean baby.” Faith’s tongue flicked up, tentatively licking at the cock as instructed. After a minute or so the man pulled away. “Heavenly.”

“And my deal?” Willow asked.

The fat man tore his eyes away from his inspection of the subdued toy. “You can stay and watch. And she will be the centrepiece of tonight’s show.” The tubby man shot her a fond look before walking away, hairy ass waddling.

Two hours on and Faith’s ass and clit were aching from the constant torture. Still worse had been the constant succession of men the once rebellious Slayer had been forced to serve. Some had fucked her mouth, either shooting their load down it or pulling out to coat her in their cum, some had made them clean her off after a piss, and a few had straight on pissed down her mouth. In addition no less then four men had used her piercings to tease her to the edge of climax. Even worse was those who had brought their girls in to watch and jeer at the once sassy Bostonian’s degradation. Now she was drenched in sperm, tears straining her high cheeks, and her stomach queasily full of piss.

“How are you feeling Toy?” Faith’s heart dropped when Willow spoke. What was her sadistic owner going to do to her next? Her momentary relief when the witch turned the dildo and clit puller off, and unleashed her from the wall hook was washed away by fear at what the witch had planned. “Follow, Toy.”

Faith helplessly followed the witch across the toilet, the occasional patron mockingly spanking Faith’s well-rounded butt as the ebony-eyed beauty passed by. Once outside of the convenience Willow led her up onto the stage.

Faith almost vomited as she realised everyone in the club appeared to be hungrily watching her as she stumbled across the platform. The stage was momentarily occupied by a female bodybuilder fastened to a St. Andrew’s Cross suspended over the stage’s bench, a humongous vibrator jutting out of her leaking snatch. The witch dragged the Bostonian temptress over to the bench and fastened her collar to it, her legs, ass, and arms hanging off it, and her open mouth directly beneath the bodybuilder’s dripping cunny.

The strobe lights illuminating the club went out to be replaced by a solitary light over her helplessly naked body. “Ladies and gentlemen!” The sultry Slayer recognised the voice of the paunchy club-owner, felt his hand jabbing two fingers in and out of her hot fuck-channel. “Meet Toy! Tonight’s very special entertainment! Give her a big hand!” Faith’s ears throbbed to her audience’s clapping. “Remember in Pain & Pleasure the only rule is have fun!” The man yanked his fingers away, the nubile Bostonian’s juices splattering her slender thigh. “Luther! You drew number one!”

“Damn,” Faith couldn’t look up but knew from the deep tenor the speaker had to be a black man, a big one at that. “Luther ain’t never had such a fine piece of ass.”

Faith groaned as she felt the man’s shovel-sized hands painfully pinch her legs and grunted when he savagely entered her, his tremendous girth and considerable length stretching her. “Uh, nice and tight,” the man muttered before pulling out and ramming back into her, “nothing feels better to this niggah than tight little white girls.”

For the next few minutes, Luther ponderously fucked her, sliding his giant fuckpole in and out of her sopping pussy. “Oh fucking A!!!!” The black man grunted as he pumped as seemingly endless amount of cum into her before pulling out. “Damn, girl, you are one fine fuck!”

In seconds Faith was writhing under the attention of new partners. Two women grabbed her legs and yanked them as far apart as even Slayer flexibility would allow. One of them dived underneath her and began groping and stroking the gorgeous brunette’s firm, fleshy globes before splaying them apart, and jack-hammering her tongue into the Slayer’s glistening rosebud. The other woman’s attention was taken up with Faith’s cum-drenched pussy, hungrily licking up Luther’s leavings while also using her tongue to delicately tease a succession of moans from the helpless beauty.

Meanwhile, two more women had latched onto the well-endowed Slayer’s tits, squeezing, slapping, and pinching the ample mounds, turning the once sassy warrior into a whimpering, pleading jellyfish. Just as she was about to cum, the four women pulled away.

A minute later and her legs were grabbed by the ankles, her feet folded over her head. Faith screamed into her gag when a man drove his cock deep into her ass, his massiveness ripping through her tiny shithole in a single savage thrust. Her assailant grabbed the busty Slayer’s chain and began yanking on it in tandem with his invasive thrusts into her shitter, pain flaring through her most sensitive areas. Finally the man let out a frunt and pulled out, his cum slopping out her battered hole.

And so it went on throughout the night. Whippings. Fisting. Pussy, ass, mouth, and tit fucks. But the once rebellious street-tough was never allowed to cum, only those given use of her got to climax, leaving Faith panting in desperation. Then the fat club owner stepped between the curvy beauty’s lewdly spread legs. Faith whimpered as the man entered her and started to pound the club bitch, his other hand fondling her perfect behind. Feeling her own pussy begin to heat up, Faith started to bounce up and down on the bench, sweat-soaked tits jiggling up and down. Faith screamed into her gag as she climaxed, her twat tightening around the man’s cock, almost snapping it off with her intensity, his member firing his foul seed into her.

As the man pulled out, Faith lay there, exhausted but relieved her humiliating ordeal was apparently over. “Ah,” she suddenly her owner’s mocking voice in her head. “My little tramp enjoyed that.”