The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane

Having English as my Watcher has taught me a lot of things. Most of which are as useful as feather duster in a bar-room brawl, such as the ancient Assyrian for ‘Sword of Light’ or imitating the mating call of a randy Volvich demon. However, one thing he has taught me of use is that training regimes need to be planned; if you go off slapdash things are missed or not drilled in properly and that’s fatal for a Slayer. It’s also probably not very good when disciplining a bitch either.

Now I’m more a kick-ass action girl, rather than a thinker. I tried to develop a regime for B, but gave up when Dawnie noted that I’d go her learning deep-throat from Dawnie at the same time as she supposed to be tied up and dangling from the ceiling with me underneath her spanking her tits. And unless Dawnie stood precariously on a stool, it wasn’t anatomically possible to do both.

Luckily I know a girl who can plan. Which was why I was sitting with Dawnie, looking with awe at Will. It had been a week since Dawnie had taken B’s anal cherry and the elder Summers had been avoiding her sister like she had bubonic plague. I’d tolerated B as I didn’t want the training to go half-cock, though to sate Dawnie’s insatiable horniness I’d allow her a few goes with Butt-fuck. We also hadn’t seen Will, since I’d told her about B and asked if she could set up a regime. She’d been so excited by the idea, she’d even rung off school sick to work on it, which is so close to a miracle I expect Jesus is worried about the competition. Though on Wednesday Harm had also not turned up, so I guess even Will has taken a day off.

Will was sitting on Dawnie’s desk chair, with a ring-binder on her lap. Not a small binder either, but one which was so stuffed with charts, diagrams and details that if you’d hit a Vamp over the head with it, you could have hammered him down the Earth’s core. She opened the binder and gave a cough, "If you turn to page sixteen. I’ve done a short summary of the training."

Me and Dawnie, sitting on the bed with identical binders, flicked over the pages. A large pull-out chart folded out over our knees, coloured lines and words, printed in such a small type face I had to squint, covered the paper like a deranged spider’s web. I looked down again, it still made no fucking sense.

There is a time when it’s best to be silent and be thought stupid, rather than opening your mouth and removing all doubt. I remained quiet, unfortunately so did Dawnie for the same reason, as did Will, because she honestly did think the diagram explain itself. Which it might have done if I was Einstein. Eventually I sighed and looked up at Will, "What’s the Yellow line mean?"

"That’s Dawnie, you’re blue, I’m red, Buffy’s black, Joyce… I mean Butt-fuck is grey and Harmony green," Willow said, "It’s all explained in the box at the top."

As I squinted at the barely readable box, which had our names next to a coloured line, Dawnie piped up, "Can we swap colours? – blue’s my favourite."

Me and Will stared at her with daggers drawn and she shrugged, "Only a suggestion."

"It’s a bit complicated…" I said.

"There’s more detail in the rest of the plan. The summary paper, pages one to fifteen, provides an introduction and gives the context, outlines the objectives, provides a short overview of how we realise benefits, how to make changes to the plan, before skeleton descriptions of dealing with contingencies, budget allocation and resourcing," Willow chirped happily, "Annex one, which you’re reading is a basic timeline, Annex two – covers that in more detail. Annex three is really important – it’s basically how we measure success. Annex four…"



I interrupted her, "Thanks Will. Good job, we’ll read it later. Now can we cut to the chase –when and how we train B."

For a second Will looked irritated, then she reached into her bag and pulled out a large sheet of paper. She got up and pinned it on the door, standing aside so that we could see it, "I’ve taken the liberty of drawing up B’s training for the weekend. It’s an easy start."

It certainly looked so, "Shopping?" I asked incredulously.

"Annex twenty-one, page two hundred and three," ‘explained’ Will.

"Risks and issues," I read aloud, "That Buffy’s ass is wrecked – contingency – get more healing cream from Giles."

"Er, that’s not it" said Will in sudden confusion, before brightening up, "Sorry Annex Thirty One – page two hundred and seventy six."

There was the rustling of pages as me and Dawnie went to the Annex – Buffy’s gear.

"Now Dawn," instructed Will handing her a pen, "If you just write down what clothes you want Buffy to wear…"

There was furious scribbling from Dawnie on the page, which then tore out and passed to Will. The redhead’s brow creased in a frown, "I know there’s a space for DVDs, but I wasn’t thinking of ‘Finding Nemo’," she pointed to the sheet of paper on the door which read ‘make Buffy masturbate to film’. She continued, "Unless you think Buffy finds cartoon fish a turn on. And you haven’t signed it."

Taking back the paper Dawnie scribbled some more. Will passed it to me, "I’m guessing you control Joyce’s , um Butt-fuck’s credit card, so you’ll need to countersign."

"You can call her Joyce," I said wearily and appended my signature to the bottom.

"Date it as well," said Will. I sighed and put down the date, before passing it to Willow.

She looked it over and smiled, "You are so kinky Dawn."

"Thanks," blushed Dawn.

*

It was taking B an awful long time to change. I sighed and looked at my watch. She had slunk in from her shopping trip and gone upstairs with Butt-fuck. It didn’t take long for Butt-fuck to change in today’s costume of thong and suspender belt, and after priming the DVD in the machine, she had sat contentedly beside me as I pawed at her naked tit. Beside us sat Will, concentrating more on the ring-binder than anything else. Dawnie was sitting on the other couch, almost literally bouncing with impatience.

The door opened and in skulked Little Miss Perfect. I had to agree with Will that Dawnie’s taste ran towards the kinky side. She had put B in pigtails and told her not to stint on the lipstick, so B’s mouth was so red with it she looked like a Vamp after dinner. The top she was wearing was low, that with every movement I was expecting a nipple slip and the shorts, were designed for someone who was eight, not eighteen, so tight were they against her crotch.

"I’m not sure about this…" wailed B.

"Buffy…" warned Butt-fuck.

Willow was already flicking through her ring-binder, "Buffy is reluctant to obey at first," she read out, "Contingency – Faith thrashes her ass."

B sat down like she’d fallen into a gravity well. Too late - I grinned to myself.

"Over here B," I pushed aside Butt-fuck to give us some room.

"Why can’t I spank her?" asked Dawnie plaintively.

"You haven’t got the strength to really punish her," replied Will, "Anyway that comes in Annex Seventeen."

B was sitting defiantly on a chair. I beckoned her over again, "B if you don’t get your ass over here it’ll be the worse for you."

"No," said B, like a spoilt five year old.

At this point Butt-fuck intervened, "Buffy, do as Faith says," she snapped.

For a second B hesitated, but years of being a goodie-two shoes had bred into her a compulsion to do what Butt-fuck said, so she reluctantly stood up and walked over. She stood in front of me and I pulled down her shorts before positioning her over my knee. I raised my hand and prepared to bring it down on her naked butt…

"Wait," called out Will, desperately scrabbling in her ring-binder, "Er… you need to spank her with a brush first time."

I sighed, "Could someone get me one?" I asked, not willing to let B off my lap.

Dawnie was off her seat like a 100 metre sprinter, and bounded up the stairs like she was doing the hurdles. It didn’t take her long to return with a hair brush. I took it from her with thanks. Sometimes, I let the spankee know how many times they are going to thrashed, other times I think letting them tremble not knowing whether the spank is the final one or whether there is another hundred to go is much more beneficial. I decided the latter was best for B, anyway I didn’t know how many would be enough.

"Slap," B’s cheeks quivered as the plastic of the brush landed on her butt. There was a short ‘oomphf’ from B, not the sharp squeal of pain I was hoping for. Admittedly I hadn’t used my full Slayer strength, but if I wanted her to feel the punishment I would have to.

I raised the brush high and brought it down with all my might. This time B really did squeal in pain. She struggled to get up, and only my hand on her back prevented her. Luckily for her, I guess, if she had resisted any harder I’ve had to increase the punishment. I brought the brush down again and again, the sound of it cracking against the bare flesh sounding like a gun battle in the front room. With each spank B let out a shriek of pain, "Please stop Faith. I’ll be good."

Spare the rod, spoil the child as my Mom used to say; frankly the only good bit of advice she’d given in fifteen gin-soaked years she’d ‘looked after’ me. I ignored B’s wails and carried on with the punishment. Soon B’s butt was glowing the same colour as her lipstick. Dawnie was looking on in excitement, her hand down between her legs as she watched her sis get spanked. Even Will had looked up from the project plan, her eyes shining as she watched B's punishment.

The blonde has ceased talking, the only sound was her bawling. Her tears were so constant and so many that a pool was forming on the carpet. It wasn’t the only wetness, the dirty little dyke was soaking with girl-cum and I could feel it slither across my legs, especially as with every blow she rocked her pussy against my flesh. And I was sweating; it was damn good exercise – I really might suggest it to English as part of our Slayer training – though being a Brit public school boy it would probably be his own hairy ass he’d want spanked.

I brought the brush up for one final spank. I wanted to give it my best, so I brought it down as hard as I could. There was a crack of plastic against skin, B’s scream and the snap of the brush head breaking from the handle. I was so surprised I just looked at the half-brush I was holding as Will and Dawnie tittered at my expression. I looked at them both and grinned, "I guess that’ll get B in shape."

They both agreed, as I lifted a snivelling B from my lap, "Go and sit with Dawnie," I instructed. She tottered over, her shorts still round her knees, as I scooted over the couch, to resume my fondling of Butt-fuck’s large titties.

I can’t say it was the best porno I’ve ever seen. The plot seemed to involve three girls at a swimming pool, being joined by a fourth and then having lots of sex – but poorly lit and with the camera angle’s sometimes going for the artistic rather than the gynaecological. It was enlivened by B having to rub at her naked pussy all through it, though. She did so dutifully, though her face colour matched her butt cheeks and as soon as the credits rolled she gratefully pulled her hand back.

"Now we have a choice," Will looked up from her folder, "Buffy can either eat Joyce, er Butt-fuck, um Joyce. Or we can deep throat Buffy."

"Deep-throating," me and Dawnie said together. Butt-fuck probably would have prepared the eating, but wisely she didn’t put in her opinion.

"I was hoping you’d say that," said Willow. She looked at B and licked her lips; I guess she really wanted to get revenge on her ex-best friend as I’ve never seen such a ravenous look on a human face. Good by me…

We left a B being encouraged by Butt-fuck and trooped upstairs. I keep a stash of toys in Butt-fuck’s wardrobe and we each chose one, I noticed Will went for the biggest I’ve got – I hoped she didn’t dislocate B’s jaw as that would take some explaining to English. After we strapped them on Will dived back into the wardrobe and pulled out several lengths of rope. She grinned wickedly, "Did I mention we need to tie her up?"

"It must have slipped your mind, Will" I replied and took the rope from her.

B’s face, already a mask of misery, fell even further when we trooped back into the front room. I unwrapped the rope and turned to the excited teen, "How do you want her Dawnie? She’s your bitch."

Putting a finger to her lip, Dawnie cocked her head in concentration. I smiled, she really is adorable – the best kid sister a girl could have. Eventually she decided, "If we put her on her knees and tie her hands behind her back to her ankles that’d be cool."

"Certainly," it was the work of a moment to truss up B as per her sister’s specifications. The blonde whined, but didn’t struggle. At least not until I pulled the rope so tight it bit into her flesh, but by then it was too late.

I stepped back to allow Dawnie to stand in front of her sister.

"Open wide," she instructed. B’s mouth remained defiantly closed.

"Buffy," said Butt-fuck sternly. But Dawnie had already taken matters into her own hands, she slapped B so hard across her cheek that the blonde’s head twisted to the side under the force. B whimpered as a red mark spread across her cheek.

"I said open wide, Bitch," snarled Dawnie. B gave out a small sob, and then slowly opened her mouth. Dawnie gently eased the cock in, gradually pushing until B was past the comfortable zone and in the ‘I’m about to choke’ stage. Dawnie didn’t stop, instead she took hold of the back of B’s head and forced the blonde to swallow it all, past her tonsils. The blonde choked and gagged, but Dawnie kept her in place. Water poured from B’s eye’s smudging her eyeliner so bad it looked like she’d just stepped out of a zombie flick.

"That’s better, isn’t it B," said Dawnie. For obvious reason her sister didn’t reply. Instead she just looked around desperately.

"You go, girl," I called to Dawnie as she began to face-fuck her sister. Buffy spewed and gagged with each thrust, her bile dripping from her mouth and down her top, staining the material against her chest. Dawnie meanwhile was groaning in enjoyment, throwing back her head, so her long hair draped down her back. Every now and then she pulled out the cock, allowing B to gasp for breath for a few seconds before putting it back in. And each time she resumed energetically, speeding up and pushing the cock as deep as it could go.

Finally she pulled it out for the last time. B bent over as far as she could, which with the ropes pinioning her wasn’t far and choked out some more saliva. A sweating Dawnie turned round, "Who’s next?"

"You want to go," asked Will, obviously hoping I’d say yes. I nodded and took my position in front of B.

"Please Faith," B looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Open up," I instructed. She opened her mouth and guided the dildo in. I started gently at first, allowing her tongue to play with it and only putting in the tip. As she recovered from the throat fucking she’d just received I began to dig in more deeply. B’s eyes widened as the cock bumped her tonsils and a thin stream of saliva slid from her mouth. I took her head, holding it in place, I pushed in deeper. There was a choking sound and Buffy’s eyes began to wetten again. I let out a sigh of satisfaction and began to thrust in and out. Each push resulted in a gargling sound from the blonde and tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks. Eventually I’d had enough and pulled out.

I turned. Will was already standing behind me. She was holding her strap-on in her hand, and I barely had time to move before she was in front of B, "Open up, slut," she ordered. B was too humiliated to even complain and she opened her mouth without a complaint.

The dildo was so big, that I didn’t think it would fit. I reckoned without Will, she shoved and heaved until B was choking on rubber. The blonde’s cheeks were soaked with tears and her body continually, but uselessly, heaved as the cock rammed against the back of her throat. I felt a pang of sorrow, at least for a few seconds.

"Who’s a dyke bitch then?" snarled Will as she pushed the cock in as hard as she could. B tried to choke out a response, but failed. The lack of answer spurred Willow to further efforts and she hammered the cock in deeper. Snot gushed from B’s nose. And I became aware that both me and Dawnie were rubbing our pussies at the kinkiness of B’s training.

"Uurggghh," Will grunted, "Suck it up, suck it up."

B was trying to her best, but the size was beating her. Will slammed harder and I swear that the cock must have been going so deep it was probably mixed with B’s breakfast. Eventually B’s heave reflex took over and she spat out the cock, grunting and panting as she drooled clear spew at the same time. Will looked at her with derision, "Who’s the dyke bitch then?" she asked.

There was no answer as B continued to cough and spew, so Will repeated the question.

"I am," replied B meekly.

"And don’t you forget it," said Dawnie.

*

"The next lesson deals with sexual jealousy," said Will, "oh and knots."

The doorbell rang, Will looked at her watch, "That’ll be Harm."

The blonde appeared in Dawnie’s bedroom a couple of minutes later, a quizzical look on her face, "Why’s Buffy wearing a topless French Maid’s outfit?"

"We’ve just had dinner," explained Dawnie, which didn’t leave Harm any the wiser. However, before she could ask further questions her girlfriend gave a cough and Harm turned to look at her.

"We’re all going to be fucking you tonight…" said Will.

Harm’s face split in a smile, "Goodie," she replied.

"In front of Buffy and Joyce," finished Will. For a second Harm’s face fell, but she was too well trained to stay shocked for long and replaced it with a beaming smile. Despite her love for graphs and charts, I have to admit Will is a damn good trainer.

"Get undressed," said Will, "We’ll call you when we’re ready."

The three of us were already naked, and whilst they weren’t the same strap-ons as before, we were all equipped. I picked up the ropes and went downstairs.

Butt-fuck was already naked and sitting primly on the couch. B was still undressing, though when Dawnie gave her a cross look, the blonde hurried up in getting rid of all clothing. I went into the dining room and brought in two chairs, which I placed next to each other by the side of the room.

"Sit here," I ordered the two Summer’s submissives and they hurried to obey.

I picked up the ropes and handed one to Dawnie, "Look carefully and I’ll show you how its done."

I quickly roped Butt-fuck’s ankles to the legs, giving instructions as I did so. Trailing the rope up I then pinioned her arms behind her back. There was a squeak of pain as I drew the rope tight, but by the time I looked at Butt-fuck’s face it was in its normal expression of adoration. I pulled the knot a bit tighter to make sure. Dawnie followed my instructions to the letter, before she turned to me and held out the final length of rope, "Where do we tuck this?"

"We don’t tuck it anywhere," I grinned. I looped the spare end of my rope round Butt-fuck’s titties and pulled them together so hard they ballooned out. Butt-fuck couldn’t stop her squeal of pain.

"Cool," said Dawnie and repeated the action with Buffy. The blonde gave a squeal, but I could tell it was false.

"Not tight enough Dawnie, undo and give it a sharp tug with every loop," I said.

The shriek from B, told me the second attempt was much better.

"Give your Mom a sloppy kiss," instructed Will from the sidelines. B leant forward and French kissed her Mom. I grinned and nodded to Will.

"Okay, that’s enough," barked the redhead, "Harm come down now."

Harm sauntered into the room. Her eyes widened at the trussed up Summers, but she quickly recovered, "Hi Buffy, nice to see you again Mrs Summers."

"It’s good to see you too," replied Butt-fuck politely, "I hope you’re well."

"We didn’t invite Harm round for social pleasantries," I interrupted before they started to discuss how warm the weather was at this time of year, "but to fuck her as our bitches watch."

"Sorry Faith," Butt-fuck cast her eyes at the floor. B remained silent, but went red.

"Where do you want me then?" asked Harm.

Decisions, decisions; I considered for a moment, "Will if you lie on the floor you can take Harm’s ass, whilst Dawnie can take her from the front. I think I should be able to get it in her mouth."

The three of them scrambled into position. And soon they were bucking away like they were on the Roller-coaster. I waited for a few minutes until they’d got into a pattern, as the next bit would be tricky. Standing over Willow I eased Harm’s head back, until it was as far as it could go without breaking her neck. Standing over her I was able to slide the tip of the cock between her lips, though I had to squat uncomfortably to do so. And in that position my movements were hardly noticeable, a proper face fucking would have broken her neck, or even worse given me a cramp in my thighs. Luckily Dawnie and Will were sandwiching her with a passion, their squeals of enjoyment were music to my ears.

I looked at the two-tied up Summers. Their expressions were totally different. Butt-fuck was trying hard to conceal the jealousy, and not doing very well. B was looking on with a mixture of fear that this was going to happen to her and amazement at how supple Harm was to take us three at a time. I grinned and pulled out my strap-on. A few seconds later, the other two finished with an exhausted Harm.

"Great, baby; great, baby," the blonde murmured at Will. The redhead just shrugged and placed her cock in her girlfriend’s mouth to clean.

I ruffled Dawnie’s hair, it was sticky with sweat, "Enjoy it kid?" I asked.

Giving me a sweet smile she replied, "I always do Faith."

"Let’s get Harm upstairs and we can swap positions, I fancy a bit of ass."

Dawnie nodded and there was an exclamation of agreement from Will. I went over and untied Butt-fuck and B. They rubbed their wrists, ankles and titties as the circulation was restored. However, I hadn’t finished.

"Okay Butt-fuck get down on the floor, B I want you on top of your Mom, your face over her pussy and I want yours dripping into her mouth."

Butt-fuck hastened to obey, B went slower, but speeded up following a swift slap on her behind from Dawnie. I waited until they were in position and then picked up the rope. I didn’t tie them so tight it hurt this time, but enough that they couldn’t get free and that the knot was out of reach of either of them. I smiled and put my hands round Will and Dawn’s shoulders as I gave my final instructions.

"Okay I want you to start licking each other out. We’re going upstairs to fuck Harm and I don’t want to find you’ve stopped until I come down and let you out."

I hauled Harm to her feet and began to lead her upstairs. Behind me I could hear Summers slurping at Summers.

*

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