Dawn's Perfect Little Slayer

A/N:  Anyone have any thoughts which female Sunnydaler might discover FaithDawn’s relationship and blackmail Dawn for usage?  Just a potential storyline.

6.

Faith reached for her towel as she climbed out of the walk-in shower, steam covering the bathroom windows and water beading down her curvy body.  “Stop.”  The sultry Slayer glanced towards her girl-friendmistress sat cross-legged on the toilet.  “Stand legs apart and hands by your sides, I need to run an inspection. ”

“Yes Ms. Summers.”  Faith obeyed.

“Good girl,” Dawn smiled briefly before rising and walking around, cool brown eyes taking in every inch of the naked beauty.  “Your tits are perfect,” Faith beamed at the compliment, “I’m tired of having to shave your twat on a weekly basis though, we’ll have to do something about that, and your ass, well it’s round and pert, but a little decoration, yeah.”  Dawn stepped back, a considering look in her eyes.  “And you need a new wardrobe.”

“A new wardrobe?” Faith queried.

The younger brunette grinned.  “All the butch leathers and denims are very cool for Slaying, but when you go out with me, I want you to look pretty.  So there’s going to have to be a makeover.”

Faith pouted.  “I like the way I look.”

Dawn’s eyes chilled to brown ice.  “I offer to spend money on you?  I offer to make you over so you please me more and you say no?”

Faith swallowed.  “I just-.”

“Just nothing!” Dawn snapped.  “How ungrateful can you be!”  Dawn shook her head.  “I offer to spend my money to make you into my perfect girl, and you say no?  Do you realise how selfish you sound?”

Faith glanced down at the wettening tiles between her feet.  “I’m sorry, Ms. Summers.”

“No,” Dawn pouted.  “Sorry’s not good enough.  Clearly I’ve been too gentle recently.  Your discipline’s lacking.”

“I need to be punished,” Faith eagerly agreed before reaching down, grabbing her ankles and wriggling her ass provocatively at her girl-friend, loving how vulnerable and exposed her pussy and ass were.

“Yes you do.”  Faith shivered in anticipation when Dawn ran her fingers over her still slippery with soap buttocks.  “Unfortunately, I’m too busy organising things, so you, you dirty little girl, need to get back in the shower, turn it on full blast on its coldest setting, and stay there until I tell you different. ”

Faith nodded dutifully before climbing back into the shower.  “SHIT!” The Bostonian’s teeth chattered as the icy water cascaded over her, nipples hardening as she shook, pimples shooting up all over her flawless flesh.  “Uhhh, ahhh, colddddd!”

“Um,” Dawn licked her lips before returning to her seat on the toilet, “you’re just so sexy when you shiver, I think I’ll stay here and watch the show while I make our appointments. ”

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“Please, Ms. Summers, you and your companion can come through. ”

“Thank you.”  Dawn smiled at the woman dressed in a crisp, white outfit as they rose from the beauty parlour’s waiting area and followed the woman through into a room with an examination table.

“Ms. Summers, you’ll have to wait outside-.”

“Oh no,” Dawn shook her head, “my girl-friend’s a little simple, she gets confused if I leave her alone, don’t you, Faithie?”  Faith nodded dutifully.  “I know you normally only ask customers to take their lower half off, but Faith likes to be naked.”  Faith quickly undressed at Dawn’s finger-click.

“Oh my,” the middle-aged woman doing the procedure raised her hand to her mouth, eyes widening.  “She’s quite the beauty isn’t she?  And in exceptional shape too.”

“Yes,” Dawn tousled Faith’s long, thick mane.  “I’m very proud of her.”

“I bet,” the beautician looked towards the naked Slayer, “please get on the table.”

“Yes ma’am,” the newly respectful Bostonian nimbly leapt up onto the table and laid down on her back, the yellow light above bathing her in a golden hue as the older woman expertly fixed her legs into the stirrups before pulling her legs apart and back, shifting her into something close to the birthing position.

“Well now,” the woman smiled as she put on a pair of surgical gloves, her manner airily professional.  “Let’s get this done.”  The woman picked up a long, thin instrument and took up a position between her legs.

Faith gulped as the woman slipped a couple of strictly unprofessional fingers into her slit and twisted them around inside her.  “Take your time,” Dawn encouraged with a conspiratorial smile.  “We’re in no hurry.”

The middle-aged woman looked up at the teen and smiled.  “Thank you, you’re very,” Faith’s breath hitched as the beautician twisted the two digits around inside her, “understanding.”  The Slayer panted, rounded bosom heaving as the woman worked her digits in and out of her dampening slit, Faith’s pussy clenching tightly around them as if reluctant to release them.  “Yes,” the woman’s eyes remained fixed on Faith’s writhing body as her thumb pressed and poked at the east coast hotpot’s throbbing clit, “very understanding, she feels so tight.”

“Huuuuh, huuuh.”  The fingers worked faster and faster, hardly pulling back at all before pushing back in, and then suddenly it was up to three, twisting at the peak of each penetration.  “Ahhhhh!” Faith threw her head back as her full lips parted in a primal cry, hard-nippled tits bouncing as she came, gushing out all over the woman’s fingers.

“Now,” the woman pulled her fingers out, “there was a certain procedure.”  Faith bit her lip, sweat breaking out all over her naked body as the woman expertly nuked the hairs away from her pussy.  Faith panted as her over-sensitised crotch was treated to yet more stimulation, the seconds seeming to stretch for an eternity.  “And we’re done, she should be quite bald now.”

“Oh she looks delicious,” Dawn’s eyes were fixed between the busty Slayer’s spread legs, “I just have to taste her.”  Dawn tore her gaze away and looked towards the cosmetologist.  “Look, if I give you two hundred bucks can you leave the room for while?”

“You know,” the middle-aged lady glanced from the recumbent beauty to Dawn, “I own this place.  If you let me stay and watch, just watch, you can keep the money.”

“Deal.”  Dawn grinned as she stuffed the money back into her pocket.  “Now where were we?”  Dawn’s grin widened as she turned back to Faith.  “Oh, I remember. ”

Faith let out a gasp when Dawn flicked her long locks to one side and knelt between her spread legs.  “Oh baby,” Faith shifted in her seat when Dawn trailed a delicate finger down her left nether lip and up her right, “you look so pretty, so pink.”

“Ahhhh.”  Faith’s hips rose, tingling pulsing through her special area when her girl-friend trailed kisses her all the way down her pussy and then all the way up.

“Oh my,” breathed their observer as she leaned over to watch the depraved show before her.

Dawn looked up at the watching woman and grinned.  “She tastes great too.”

“Uuuuuuh.”  Faith’s nether lips quivered and trembled as her girl-friend’s open mouth slid over her pussy and kissed it then latched onto it, suckling on it like it a was a melon.  The Slayer’s naked ass rose off the examination table when her teen girl-friend’s fine teeth nipped first one lip and then the other, pleasure and pain throbbing through her, a warmth spreading to encompass her entire crotch.  “Ahhhh.”

“Oh baby,” Dawn’s mouth pulled away, her hands reaching up to trail fingers down the Slayer’s wildly undulating belly.  “You taste so ripe, so succulent.”  Dawn looked up at the watching woman, her eyes wide behind her spectacles.  “Normally of course my bitch eats me out, but her pussy looked so sweet after all the work you’d done, I just had to try.”

“Of course.”  The older woman gulped, eyes not shifting from the gyrating Slayer before her.  “I’m glad you approve of my work.”

“Oh,” Dawn giggled.  “I do.”

“Uhhhh,” Faith’s entire frame shook when the teen beauty lowered her head again, her lips rubbing against Faith’s quivering labia.  Then her tongue moved out of her mouth and into the Slayer’s slit.  “Uhhhh!”  Faith’s bare hips rose and fell as the younger girl’s tongue rubbed against first one wall and then other, the Slayer’s cunny juices dripping into her girl-friend’s mouth.  “Ooooh, ahhhh.”

The beauty parlour owner clapped at Faith’s response.  “Well really!” the woman giggled.  “You might not lick pussy often, but you’re certainly very good at it!”

“Thank you, but I wouldn’t want my bottom getting ideas above her station,” Dawn giggled before lowering her head again and going at Faith’s buffet with gusto, her luscious lips kissing and sucking, her long wet tongue licking and probing, her face burrowing ever deeper until her nose was practically pressed into the thrashing beauty’s wet slit.

“Oooooh, ooooh, feels so good!”  Faith panted as Dawn’s tongue went at her harder and harder.  “Ohhhh, yesss!  Ahhhh!”  The midnight-maned Slayer’s hips thrashed up and down, sweat flying off her naked body as she screwed her eyes shut, closing down her senses so that she could concentrate purely on the feeling between her legs.  “Keep going!  Ohhh!  More!  More, keep going!  Yessss!”  Faith’s titties bounced, her nipples hard as barbells as Dawn bit down on her throbbing clit, the Slayer twisting and thrashing like she’d just stepped on a live wire.  “UHHHH!  AHHHHH!”  Faith’s juices spurted out to gush down Dawn’s throat at such a rate she couldn’t hope to take it all in, instead it waterfalled down the younger girl’s features as her sweat-soaked bitch screamed her climax.  “Ohhhhhhhh!  GODDDDDD!  AHHHHHHHHHHHH!  UHHHHHHHHHH!  YEAHHHHHHH!”

“Well really,” the older woman let out an amazed gasp as a still whimpering Faith sunk back onto her examination table, the Slayer still quivering weakly, “when she cums.”

“She cums like a train.”  Dawn took a towel off the beauty parlour owner and wiped her face clean.

“Beautiful, dutiful, and very responsive,” the older woman commented as Dawn passed Faith’s clothes over to the Slayer.

“Oh yes,” Dawn agreed as the Slayer dressed.  “As I said, I’m very proud.”

“Well if you want any more work doing, either for her or yourself, I do hope you’ll keep us in mind?” the beautician commented.

“Oh yes I will,” Dawn nodded.  “You do excellent work.”

The older woman giggled.  “As do you.”

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“In here Faithie,” Dawn tittered as she led the busty Slayer across the busy shopping mall and into a brightly-illuminated hairdressing salon with glass walls.  “I’ve got you booked in for an appointment, I think you’d look gorgeous in pig-tails.”

Pig-tails?  Faith’s mouth opened in a protest that caution dictated went unvoiced.  The brunette mutely allowed one of the girls to lead her into a chair by the day.  “You have lovely hair, miss,” the busty blonde tittered.  “What would you like me to do for you today?”

Dawn answered before Faith had chance to open her mouth.  “I’d love her to have her mane braided into two with two pigtails.”

“What colour ma’am?” the blonde looked from Faith to Dawn and back again.

“Huh,” Dawn pouted.  “Let’s see, you have neon pink, aqua blue, canary yellow, virgin white.”  Dawn clapped and giggled.  “Let’s go with neon-pink!”

“Yes ma’am,” the woman nodded before expertly braiding Faith’s long mane.  In a matter of minutes she’d finished.  “What do you think?”

“Oh she looks divine!” Dawn clapped.  “What do you think sweetie?”

Faith stared in the mirror, stomach twisting with horror at what she saw.  She looked like a dumb slut, dumber than Buffy or even Harmony at their most bimbo with her pink-tailed braids hanging down her shoulders, but all she could do was nod dazedly.  “Looks good Ms.  Summers.”

“Great, I’ll buy pairs of ribbons in the other colours too,” Dawn said.  “Variety is the spice of life!”

Once they’d finished in the brightly-lit salon, Dawn led Faith out, the normally assured Bostonian feeling sure every eye in the mall was on her, not desiring her as usual, but mocking her for her dumb as shit pigtails.  Dawn led her down an escalator and into a dingy-looking piercing parlour with a short, pointy-faced man with a greying goatee, thinning hair, and shifty eyes.  “Hello,” Dawn brightly greeted the man, “we’re your ten-thirty.”

The man’s eyes widened as they jumped from one babe to the other and back again.  “Both of you?”

“Oh no,” Dawn giggled and shook her head.  “Just her.”  Dawn looked towards the once-rebellious brunette and clicked her fingers.  “Strip.”

Faith swallowed as the man’s leer zeroed in on her, her stomach coiling at the thought of being stripped in front of him.  Dawn cleared her throat meaningfully.  “Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith hurriedly disrobed, folding and placing her clothes on the stool by the door.

“Oh boy,” the frankly creepy looking dude licked his chubby lips, rat-like eyes devouring every inch of the beautiful Slayer, “I’ve never had a canvas like this to work on before.”  The man looked towards Dawn, a respectful look on the man’s face.  “What would you have me do with your girl, ma’am?”

“Well her face doesn’t need work, it’s perfect as it is,” Dawn decided.  “However her body, her body’s beautiful, but I’d like a few things to pull on when I’m riding her.”

“Yeah,” the man’s eyes glazed over as he looked the naked brunette over, imagining her younger girl-friend’s cock pounding her over and over.  “So what do you want doin’ to her?”

“My girl likes to work out so we’ll give her a golden barbell for her clitty,” Dawn pursed her lips, “I like those silver motor bikes and my girl used to like her hogs before I tamed her, so I want a pair of them for her nipples.”  Faith moaned deep in her throat at the thought of the man’s sharp implements entering her nubile body, forever altering her.  “And to finish, a gold belly button ring with a silver beaded chain going all the way around her waist, oh and two silver rings for each pussy lip.”

“Alright then,” the man flashed a yellow-toothed smile, “let’’s get started.”  The man leered at her.  “Get up on the table and spread those pretty little legs apart.”  Faith silently obeyed, jumping up on the chest high table and lying back, her newly-pigtails hanging down and nervous sweat gleaming on every inch of her naked body.  The man leered at her again before leaning over her, cupping her left breast in one callused hand, lifting it up, and pinching at her nipple.  Faith bit her lower lip as hurt raced through her titty, the man pulling on it remorselessly until her nipple was stretched close to an inch away from her breast.  “Oh yes,” the man practically drooled, all pretence at professionalism abandoned. “That’s ready.”  The man gave her nipple another tweak before sliding a white-hot needle through her erect nubbin, the Slayer’s dark eyes rolling back in her head as she gritted her teeth against the pain.  “You’re doing very well, luv.”  The man leered down at her as he tugged the needle out and clamped a golden bike in place.

“Uhhh,” Faith let out a slight wail when the man tugged and twisted on the bike.

“And now,” the man leaned across her, his package pressing into her side, “how about the other side?”  The man cupped and lifted Faith’s right tit, squeezing her underside as he began pulling on her nipple, yanking it out until it was stretched out as far as the other nipple.  “All ready,” the man muttered as he leaned over, his breath hot on Faith’s rounded chest.  Faith’s hips arched, teeth biting down onto her lower lip when the man’s needle glided through her rock-hard nubbin, the Slayer’s dark eyes screwed shut against the pain.  “There, there, nearly done.”

“Ahhh,” Faith moaned when the man fixed a golden bike in place and twisted it.  “Uhhhh.”

The man’s sweaty palms glided down the Slayer’s shuddering flanks, then his fingers trailed across to the helpless beauty’s belly button.  Faith’s breath caught and heart pounded as the man pierced her belly-button and worked through a golden ring.  The man’s callused hand cracked against Faith’s firm, rounded ass.  “Tilt your hips up, girl.”  The man let out a chuckle when Faith silently obeyed.  “Aye lass,” he looked towards Dawn, “you’ve certainly gotten your bitch well-trained.”

“The carrot and the stick works wonders with her,” Dawn giggled a reply as the man threaded a silver beaded chain through Faith’s belly ring and around her quivering waist, and tied it off.

“I can see that,” the man grinned at Dawn before taking up a position between Faith’s legs and bending over, his breath hot on her already tingling pussy.  The man chuckled as he took in Faith’s already engorged labia and the cum already drying there.  “Active girl.”  Faith moaned and groaned as the man began easing her clit out of its protective, sheath, pleasure pulsing through it as he rolled it between his finger and thumb, her hips bucking.  “Still.”  The man chuckled as Faith forced herself to still despite the waves of stimulation crashing over her.  “Priceless.” 

“Ooooooh!” Faith threw her head back and wailed, newly-pierced tits bouncing up and down as the man pushed a needle through her nubbin and waggling it about, stimulation rippling through her most sensitive of places.  “Aaaaah, goddddd.”  The man grinned at her reaction, the Slayer’s naked body gleaming with sweat, lithe muscles flexing mightily, as the man threaded a golden barbell through, quickly fastening the beads on either side into place.

Faith had barely sunk back down onto the examination table when the man began tugging on her left and right nether lips in quick succession, sensation rippling through them.  “Ahhhhh!”  The Slayer’s naked hips twitched helplessly as the man’s heated needle threaded through her bald pussy lips.  Her breath came in desperate pants as the man twisted the heated needle around in her lips.  “Uhhhh.”  The moment the man had pulled the needle out, he began attaching the afore-mentioned rings, two one either side, the man tugging teasingly on each ring after each addition, pain rippling through her tingling twat lips, the Slayer shaking like a fish out of water.  “Uhhh.”

“I’ll just have to make they’re secure,” the man muttered as he began tugging on Faith’s new piercings, the Slayer thrashing weakly as pain and pleasure throbbed through her aching body. 

“And how much do I owe you?” Dawn interrupted the man’s torment.

“Huh,” the man reluctantly released his grip on Faith and stepped back.  “Call it two twenty for cash.”

“Sounds like a deal.”  Dawn clapped her hands.  “Faith, stop making a show of yourself.  Get dressed.”

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The next place Dawn took her girl was a tattoo parlour with walls adorned with photographs of the work the owner had done.  The owner herself was a thick-set biker chick with the sort of shoulders and limbs that looked like she could lift a Harley over her head.  “Which one of you lovely ladies is the one getting the work done?” the tattooist queried in a voice like whiskey poured over gravel.

Dawn grinned at Faith and tapped the tattooist’s table.  “Strip, hands and knees.”

“Yes, Ms. Summers.”  The Slayer was naked and on the table in an instant, newly-pierced nipples hanging down at the end of her teardropped titties. 

“Well,” the tattooist licked her lips, avid eyes burning the image of the naked submissive into her memory before looking at Dawn.  “And I assume you’re the one in charge of what tattoos she gets?”

“Good guess.”  Dawn grinned at the woman as she reached down and squeezed Faith’s left buttock.  “I was thinking I could have, ‘Property of’ written across her lower back and ‘Dawn Summers’ across her ass cheeks, both in neon red.  Oh I bet she’ll look divine in a little white g-string!”  Dawn paused.  “Also, if I could have ‘Bimbo’ written in some sort of fancy script going down from her armpits to her hips in neon green on both sides.”

“Huh,” the tattooist nodded.  “I could do that.  Expensive though.”

“Here,” Dawn passed the woman a wad of crumpled notes.  “That should cover it.”

The dark-haired beauty gritted her teeth as the sound of the tattooist’s tools filled the air, the tattooist’s buzzing instrument heating up her lower back as the woman began applying the ink, burning it into her supple flesh, branding her as Dawn’s girl for her mistress’ amusement.

And the day had only just begun.