The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

A/N: Thanks for the review Zoogirl, and you too Oric13 (although we talk enough via email). Hope you like this.

7.

“I’m coming!” The voice roared at Faith’s knocking on the hotel door. “I’m com-.” The man’s voice trailed off when he opened the door to find the Bostonian bombshell stood on his doorstep wearing a raincoat. “Well hello,” the middle-aged but still fit man purred, “what a delight finding a pretty little thing like you on my doorstep. And why are you -.”

The man’s voice trailed off when Faith opened her raincoat and dropped it to the ground around her ankles, revealing the satin-skinned Slayer was completely and wonderfully nude beneath it, her long nipples already erect with excitement and her bald twat already moist with desire, her flesh gleaming with the baby oil Mrs. Summers had lovingly applied before she’d left home. “I heard you’re the naughty Englishman,” she husked seductively before winking, “well I’m the naughty Slayer and I wanna get to know you better.” Faith’s full lips tugged up into a come-hither smirk. “And I wanna us both to cum a lot too.”

Ethan Rayne gulped as he looked out, checking the sun before returning his leering eyes to the nubile package in front of him. “Then by all means,” the Englishman and former running buddy of Ripper Giles bowed, “enter my humble abode.” The man swatted at Faith’s pert behind as she hurried in. “Delightful,” he murmured as he watched Faith stalk across the room and went to close the door.

”Oh don’t ignore me, Mr. Rayne.” The surprised mage began to turn to face Joyce who’d used Faith’s seductive distraction to sneak up behind the man. “I don’t like that and I don’t like,” Joyce flung some dust in the Englishman’s face, “people who threaten my daughter.” The Englishman’s mouth opened, then he coughed, his face turning blue as he fell to the ground.

“Well,” Joyce closed the door and stepped over the convulsing in his death-throes Englishman, “we have the room for a few hours.” The witch unfastened her skirt and threw it to the ground, her thick bush matted with the juices she’d spilt while Faith licked her out on the journey to the hotel. “Might as well make use of it.” The forty-something dom laid on the bed, her legs wide apart. “Faith?”

”Yes, Mrs. Summers.” In a second Faith was knelt between the legs of Sunnydale’s Queen Bitch, her nose nuzzling the hairs as her tongue caressed the mother’s engorged labia, up and down, up and down, slowly at first, but then gradually, eventually speeding up. The sound of the man choking to death on the floor by the door filling the air.

“Oh god, you dirty whore. Oh yes, just like that.” Joyce’s cellulited hips bucking up and down the bed sheets as she whimpered and moaned approval of her teen slut’s performance. “Mrs Summers likes it just like that, you little tramp.” A long shiver ran through the forty-something witch when Faith’s tongue dipped into her birth channel, pressing temptingly against her g-spot before quickly withdrawing. “Oh, oh, good slut,” Mrs. Summers pulled at Faith’s hair as her tongue slid back inside, the housewife’s hips and thighs flexing as the modelesque beauty slavishly served her. “Again, again, you filthy whore.”

Faith eagerly obeyed, Joyce’s welcome juices dripping into her mouth as she stroked her velvet walls and probed her depths. “Oh yes, Faith, Faith, there, there.” Joyce’s hips pushed up, almost suffocating Faith with her hairy muff as she pushed her tongue in and out.

Then Joyce let out a gasp, her body shaking. “Faith! Faith! Faith! Yes, oh I’m coming!”

Faith continued serving as Joyce’s steaming cunt released its fluids, the mother’s shriek joining her musky scent in the air as Faith drove her tongue in and out, in and out, and kissed and licked at her mistress’ leaking, trembling hole. It wasn’t until the juices had begun to slow in their expulsion that Faith raised her cunt-smeared face and spoke. “Please Mrs. Summers, can I continue,” she asked in her best little girl voice, knowing the more submissive she was, the better Mrs. Summers liked it. “You taste good!”

Joyce giggled, sweat rolling down her slightly saggy body as she reached out to her teen nubile and rubbed her palm against one of the Slayer’s excitedly stiff nipples. “Of course you can dear, feast.”

”Thank you Mrs. Summers.” Faith buried her head back in the hairy cunt before her, a nip of her teeth on Joyce’s fat labia prompting an excited moan from the sagging housewife. And then she returned to kissing, licking, sucking and tongue-probing, never doing the same for more than a few seconds at a time, and constantly changing just where she touched the middle-aged woman.

Her efforts were rewarded by a near-continual gyrating crotch and succession of breathless groans and excited pants from her mistress. “Oh you naughty bitch! You disgusting ho!” Finally she latched onto the older woman’s shaking love button and sucked hard. “Ohhhhhh!” Joyce’s hips arched, her groin slamming into Faith’s face as she came, her juices flooding down onto the bed beneath them.. “You dirty little tramp! You naughty slut! You, you, street skank!” Joyce’s fingers squeezed at her head and pulled on her hair. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Faith ignored the fingers pulling at her head as she kept her face buried in Joyce’s hot moistness, her vag-smeared tongue and lips working faster and harder than ever, desperate to please Joyce for a third time. Teeth nipping her labia and clit, tongue poking her pleasure button and diving deep into her cunny, sipping at her continually leaking juices. When Joyce’s breathless grunts reached a familiar pitch, Faith dived back onto her clit and bit down, the mother almost bending double on the bed as she shrieked and wailed her climax, fists gripping the sheets beneath them. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! OHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”

Joyce sunk back to the bed, sweat sliding off the forty-something’s body as she struggled for air and Faith diligently licked and lapped at her cunt. “Enough,” Joyce panted. Faith immediately pulled away and sat up on the end of the bed in the lotus position Mrs. Summers liked to watch her in. After a few minutes, Joyce rose and put her skirt back on. “Oh that mouth of yours Faith, it’s such a wonder.” The mother wiped perspiration off her forehead. “Did you bring your vibrator dear.”

“Yes, Mrs. Summers. It’s in my raincoat.”

“Good,” Joyce licked her lips as she tousled Faith’s hair like one might stroke a favoured pet, “in that case on the way home I want you to sit on the passenger with your coat open and playing with the vibrator. And I want two climaxes before we get home, do you understand young lady?”

Faith nodded submissively. “Yes Mrs. Summers.”
* * *
“Come on Faith!”

“Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith hurried down. Her fellow Slayer was dressed in leather pants and a silk blouse, while she was just wearing a pink crop top that barely covered her ample bosom, her tits’ braless underside clearly visible, and a leather mini that just about covered her full behind. Her outfit was finished off by knee-high white lace-stockings fastened to clearly visible mid-thigh frilly pink garters.

In other words not quite ideal Slaying material, but what Buffy said went. Buffy crouched down behind her and lifted her skirt, hand sliding up the brunette Slayer’s shapely leg, under her skirt, across her rounded ass, and into her butt crack. “Good, you remembered, well done.” Faith hissed when the blonde took a hold of the six inch plug she’d been instructed to shove up her ass and twisted it around, every anal nerve jangling in response. Buffy giggled when she let go and stood, before walking into the lounge.
“Bye Mommy!”

“Be careful, girls!” Joyce called from the couch, Willow and Amy entertaining Mrs Summers with a 69 on the coffee table while Harmony was knelt in position between the thighs of the domineering witch. “Oh Buffy!” Buffy spun to face her mom. “Have you heard anything demonic about the Mayor?”

Buffy giggled. “No more than the usual politician, mom. Why?”

“Oh,” Joyce writhed on the couch, her hands on Harmony’s shoulders, “it’s probably nothing. I’ll just have to do some -, ohhhh.”

“Come on,” Buffy ordered as she pulled the door open.
”Yes Mistress Buffy.”
Half an hour later, they were walking through a darkened graveyard, the chill wind making Faith’s barely-covered nipples steel hard. “I’m bored.” Buffy stopped and turned to her, a familiar sadistic glint entering the tiny blonde’s eyes. The blonde pointed towards a crumbly gravestone. “Give me your stake and bend over that.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy.” The dark-eyed Slayer meekly passed her stake over and then bent over the pointed-out gravestone, the rough stone cutting into her naked midsection, her micro riding up until her bald pussy and bare ass were clearly visible. The brunette beauty bucked when Buffy reached into her crop-top, grabbed, pinched, and twisted a nipple. “Ouuuuch!”

“Quiet,” Buffy brusquely ordered. “Now spread those legs wide apart and tilt that ass up.”

“Oh, oh,” Faith yelped as she obeyed and Buffy began rubbing the stake’s blunt end against her pussy. The subjugated brunette’s breath shortened and her body shook with arousal as the dominant Slayer spread her twitching cunny lips. “Aaaaah,” lust glazed the buxom Bostonian’s ebony eyes as Buffy began pushing the stake into her, using it as a makeshift dildo. “Aaaaah,” her moans and shaking increased when the giggling blonde began twisting the stake around inside her, working its rough surface against her clenching, tight fuck channel. “Oh, oh, oh,” Faith thrust her hips back and forth on the stake, her cunny heating up as the stake pushed in and out of her, her velvet opening flexing around the wooden cock.

“That’s right,” the other Slayer whispered in her ear, “take it like the dirty little whore you are.”

”Yes Mistress Buffy!” Faith panted and wailed as she pushed back and forth on the dildo inside her, fingers squeezing into the gravestone she was bent over, Buffy’s free hand in her hair, pulling her face up. “Fuck your trailer trash!” The Slayer’s high cheeks hollowed and expanded as she took in air, her twat contracting as she shook with pleasure, and then her pussy tightened, then exploded. “Oooooh!” Faith squealed as her pussy juices gushed out and fell down her flexing thighs.

Suddenly the stake inside her was no longer moving. “Get your stake out and let’s go,” Buffy stiffly ordered.

Faith groaned as she reached behind, twisted, and tugged on the stake inside her, wincing slightly as it popped out of her. “Yes Mistress Buffy,” Faith panted.

Faith’s legs were slightly unsteady as they entered an alley. Faith’s eyes widened as she noticed a butch looking brunette in leathers who definitely ‘felt’ like a vampire. She started forward only to get her hair grabbed and pulled back by Buffy. “Shelia’s an old classmate of mine, we don’t hunt my old classmates.”

Shelia sniffed and looked from Buffy to her. “Is that sex I smell?”

Buffy looked towards her. “Faith’s a dirty slut. Strip, Faith.” Faith stared at her fellow Slayer, unable to believe that she’d give her to a vampire. Then Buffy’s fist crashed into her jaw, knocking her onto the dirty ground. “I won’t tell you again.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy.”

Faith hurriedly began stripping, pulling her top over her head to Shelia’s claps. “Don’t hit her again, Buff,” Shelia laughed. “I don’t want you to mark up that pretty face!” Shelia whistled as Faith’s skirt hit the floor. “Or bruise that fantastic body.”

”Arms behind your back.” Faith quickly obeyed Buffy’s growl, the side of her face still bruised from the punch. Faith felt the fluffy handcuffs Buffy would periodically use if she wanted to use her slut in the Bronze’s toilets or the school changing rooms and share her around other girls click into place. Then Buffy had the curvy Slayer by her midnight mane again and pulled her over to stand in front of Shelia. Faith let out a piteous moan as the vampire’s cold fingers clawed at her tits for a minute or two, the vampire’s dead eyes eating her up, and then Buffy pushed her down to her knees. “Shelia. Enjoy.”

“I will Buffy,” the vampire quickly unfastened her studded S&M belt and pulled down her skin-tight leathers to reveal a neatly-coiffured pussy glistening with just a little pre-action excitement. The vampire grabbed a hold of the knelt brunette’s head and pushed it into her cunny. “Go for it!”

”Oh yes!” Shelia’s hips bucked as the sexy Slayer’s hot tongue glided up and down her engorged lips, the vampire shaking at her touch. “So good!” The undead woman pushed her crotch forward, her hands holding Faith’s head in place as she gyrated on the dark-haired Slayer’s lapping tongue. “Keep goin’, just there, oh yes, oh yes.”

“Yeah, eat me.” The curvy brunette stopped licking and started gently kissing the undead’s nether lips, her full lips brushing affectionally against the vampire’s crotch. “Oh oh, yeah that’s it Slayer, worship my cunt!” Shelia panted as Faith began pushing her tongue in and out of the undead’s wet fuck channel, her twat shaking with every intrusion. “You fucking Slayer slut!”

“Yes, yes,” the vampire moaned, “what a Slayer whore!” The hands clenching onto her head tightened as the vampire she was servicing shook above her when Faith’s tongue withdrew from her cunt and glided over her clit. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah that feels so good,” Shelia cooed as her crotch rubbed against Faith’s face, smearing her fine features with her juices. “Face fuck my vampire cunt, you Slayer tramp!” Encouraged by the reaction, Faith took the vamp’s trembling pleasure button in her mouth and suckled for all she was worth, teeth nibbling avidly at her clit. “Oh yes!” Shelia panted and gasped, her legs flexing and spasming. “Oh yes! Fuck my undead hole! You’re so -, ohhhhhhhhhh!” Juices spilt out and splattered Faith’s face as the shrieking undead came, vampire fingers pinching deeper into her head as the demon went wild, pushing Faith’s face into her crotch until the Slayer’s mouth was filled with vampire pussy. “Yes! Yes! Fuccccccccccccccccck!”

“Now,” Buffy beamed, “wasn’t that fun?” Faith gasped as Buffy grabbed her by her full locks, picked her off the floor, and bent her over a trash can, the chill metal of its dirty lid causing her nipples to stiffen still further. “You know what’s even more fun?” Faith shivered at a sadistic note in her fellow Slayer’s voice. While Joyce only punished her when she messed up, Buffy had a vindictively jealous streak that caused her to find any reason to give Faith a beat down or humiliate her. “Whipping her ass with that studded belt of yours.”

”Can I?” Shelia squealed. “This is the most fun night ever!”

The sultry brunette’s rosy lips dried as she felt the undead’s cold fingers rubbing at her fleshy buttocks, an aroused heat building up in her ass. “Ha,” Faith hissed when Shelia grabbed her plug and twisted it around in much the same manner Buffy had earlier, nerves tingling in response, “neat accessory Buffy!”

Buffy giggled. “It’s not a Prada purse, but it’ll do.”

“I’m going to whip your Slayer ass,” Shelia leaned over her and kissed her neck. “What do you think of that?”

”Anything you want, Mistress,” Faith meekly answered, all too conscious of the watching blonde, ready and eager to make things worse for her if given the slightest reason.

Shelia giggled. “Oh she’s so hot!” The vampire released her grip and stepped back, Faith’s naked ass pimpling in the cold alley air. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Owww!” The sleekly-lined Slayer’s face shot up, jaw clenching and eyes bulging as she squealed and wailed. Every blow of the vampire’s supernaturally powered arm cut deep into her deep-buttocked ass, the alley ringing both to the belt’s crack and the sexy brunette’s pained wails. “Jeeeez!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “How does it feel bitch?”

“Ohhhhhh!” Faith wailed as her welting behind danced and bounced under the demon’s attack, sweat beading off her naked body. “Pleaseeeee!”

“Having fun?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Shelia laughed as she laid in the blows with all her vampiric power. “I know I am!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Oooooh,” the sultry Slayer moaned as the belt cracked down on her now flaming butt. “Noooo! Stoppppp!”

“You know, I just came out for a meal.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “But playtime’s far more fun!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ohh! Aaa! Ughhh!” The brunette beauty’s entire world was now pain. Her perfect butt bounced after every stinging blow, every nerve on her reddening rump seemingly on fire. “Please stop!”

“I’ve hardly started!” Shelia laughed at her pleas, the vampire’s supernaturally-powered blows seeming to intensify in reply. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ohh! Owww!” Faith shrieked and wailed after every blow, helpless to do anything but endure every blow striking deep into her fleshy behind, pained sweat pouring off her.
“Please, Mistress, please!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Oh, oh, oh!” Faith rocked on the trash can, shaking with the pain as blow after blow lashed into her butt, sweat pouring down her chilled body. “Please! Please! Please!” Tears poured down her face as she panted and wailed, rounded chest heaving as she struggled for air, lungs hot and tight. “Please! Please! Please!”

“That’s enough,” Buffy ordered as she stepped forward, one hand painfully pinching and twisting her left buttock while her right hand grabbed her hair and pulled her tear-streaked face up. “Begging to a vampire, pathetic.” Buffy looked towards Shelia. “If you look inside my purse, there’s a strap-on, why don’t you knock yourself out?”

“Really?” Shelia giggled as Buffy took Faith’s head and turned it around to watch the vampire put on the ten inch strap-on that Buffy used exclusively on Faith, using a far smaller one on her mother and the other harem members. “I can’t wait!”

The vampire stepped behind Faith’s vaginal entrance, brusquely kicking her legs apart. “Ahhh,” Faith shivered and moaned as the demon stuck a pair of chilly fingers in her twat and prised her lips apart then teasingly brushed the dildo’s thick tip up and down her cunny. “Yes, yes.”

“Oh you like that don’t you?” Buffy whispered in her ear. “Dirty little street skank bent naked over a trash can.”

“Yeeee, yaaaa.” The brunette Slayer mewed in her throat as the dildo slid up from her hardened clit to her filled anus and back down again, repeating its teasing trail until Faith was panting and writhing with arousal, shapely hips bucking back, motioning for more of the cock inside her. Then the vampire hooked an arm around the Slayer’s tiny waist and guided the cock inside her. “Aaaah, ooooh.” Faith’s full lips parted in a moan as her pussy clenched around the thick invader, stretching to accommodate its substantial size, the prodigious prick rubbing continually against her velvety walls. “Oh gawd.”

“Oh you like being fucked by the nasty vampire don’t you?” Buffy whispered as Shelia eased the cock out of Faith, the younger Slayer started as the fingers of the arm wrapped around her pressed on her throbbing pleasure button. “Dirty trash fucked in an alley.”

”Ohhh,” Faith whined as her pussy flexed when Shelia forced her hips forward driving the cock deep into her hole at a greater pace. “Ohhh,” Faith gasped as the ten inches pounded her, Shelia’s flat belly slapping hard against her still aching ass. Shelia slowly pulled out of her trembling cunny until just the tip of the ten-inch rod before ramming back into her, Faith’s feet lifting off the ground with the intrusion’s impact. “Ooooh!” she wailed as her tits swung and her pussy shuddered. “Goddd! Yesssss!”

“Take it,” Buffy instructed in a hoarse whisper, “take it like the dirty little street-rat you are! You should be grateful my mom took you in you slutty trash!”

“You tell her Buffy!” Shelia laughed as she withdrew. “Tell her who’s boss!” Then the vampire drove back into her, Faith groaning in discomfort. The demon pounded in and out of her, Faith’s pussy’s squelching drowned out by the sultry Slayer’s breathless moans and groans, her legs shaking as her pussy flexed and heated.

“That’s right,” Buffy hissed as Faith began to respond on a primal level, her hips bucking back to greet the cock plundering her velvet depths, “take that vampire cock deep inside you, you dirty little whore.”

“Ooooh,” Faith moaned as Shelia’s free hand reached around to grab a dangling, tear dropped breast, tweaking her pebble-hard nipple, before encompassing the entire satin-skinned tit and enthusiastically kneading it, then she released her grip on Faith’s waist, and grabbed her other tit. “Ooooh,” Faith whinnied as the vampire began pumping her tits and using them to jerk her back to meet the delving cock thrusting into her. “Ohhhh!”

“Ooooh, gaaa.” Faith grunted and moaned as the vampire continued thrusting in and out of her human bitch, enjoying riding the sweating, whimpered, shaking fucktoy her age-old enemy had gifted her. “Aaaaah, ooooh, godddddd.” Faith’s legs almost buckled as her cunny exploded, juices spilling out down her legs, but that only encouraged the demon behind her, her hips becoming a blur as she pounded and pounded the sexy brunette, fucking her slave to another two screaming climaxes before pulling out, leaving her legs soaked, her body sweat-streaked, and her lying limply over the trash can.

“Man, that was fun Buffy,” Shelia gasped as she pulled out of Faith, the sultry Slayer still shaking from a mixture of pain and pleasure, “and I thought I was in trouble when I saw you-.”

POOF!

Faith looked over to her shoulder to see a grinning Buffy stood behind the staked vampire. “Thanks for distracting her Faith,” Buffy grinned as she stepped behind Faith and eased the stake into the buxom brunette’s lubricated channel, “you were a big help. Now let’s give you a reward.”

”Oooooh,” Faith groaned as the blonde began turning the thick wood inside her, hips bucking as the laughing Slayer stimulated her. It seemed Buffy wasn’t even close to finished with her.