The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

8.
“Now girls, are you looking forward to school?”
Faith nodded obediently as she went about her chores, clearing up after breakfast. “Yes Mrs. Summers.” Joyce had dressed her bitch in one of Buffy’s summer dresses, a pretty pink-flowered thing, the only problems were she was four inches taller and whole lot fuller than the scrawny blonde, meaning the dress’ hem barely covered her ass and her far bigger boobs were almost bursting out of the top. Add to that her lack of underwear, and the dresses translucent quality, and everything she had was on show, shaven snatch and all.
“Buffy,” Joyce beamed at her daughter. “You will look after our girl won’t you?”
Buffy’s eyes glinted. “You betcha mom, I’ve got a full day of activities planned for her.”

“Oh goody,” Joyce clapped her hands. “I’ll be looking forward to getting lots of power from your efforts today, Faith.”

”Yes, Mrs. Summers,” Faith nodded, her carefully-braided pig-tails bouncing.

“Come on,” Buffy passed Faith her school-bag, “you can carry that for me.”

* * *

Faith nibbled self-consciously on her bottom lip, the Bostonian bombshell wasn’t normally nervous, but every eye in the crowded school corridor was on her, the dress’ tightness and transparency ensuring she was walking down the busy passageway to all intents and purposes, naked. Buffy beside her was revelling in all the attention, telling anyone who asked that Faith was a street girl her mom had taken in and was trying to turn around. Faith stopped as the blonde did, the blonde looking towards a shy girl stood by a locker. “Hey Marcie!” Buffy said brightly before looking towards Faith. “I introduced Marcie to Mom, soon after I arrived in Sunnydale, she was one of my mom’s first harem members, she had a few problems but now she’s a member of the gang, aren’t you?” Marcie nodded. “Did you bring the groceries?” Marcie nodded. Buffy sighed. “Really Marcie, mom said you have to be more assertive. Now take Faith and go and have some fun.” Buffy looked back at her. “Meet me back here at 11 for your next assignment.”

“Yes Mistress Buffy.”

The other girl looked at her, her eyes nervous as Buffy danced off. “Come with me I guess.”

“Yes, Mistress Marcie,” Faith nodded, Compulsion forcing her to respect another Harem member higher up in the group’s hierarchy than her, the lowest of the low.

The other girl giggled nervously before leading her into a disused wing of the school everything dusty. Marcie led her into a cobwebbed classroom and patted a wooden desk. “Strip and get up on there on your hands and knees.”

“Yes Mistress Marcie,” Faith stripped and placed the folded dress onto a desk before leaping gazelle-like onto the desk and getting in position, knees apart, tight rear jutting upwards, and jugs dangling down, nipples hard as pebbles with anticipation. Her dark eyes widened as she noticed the camera already set up opposite her.

“Buffy said her mom likes videos of you, so I thought I’d make one,” Marcie explained.

“That’s very thoughtful,” Faith praised, the dark-eyed beauty had spent hours with her head in the crotch of one or other of the Summers’, the videos of her raunchy exploits playing as her mouth got Buffy or Joyce off. Faith stared at the bag. “What’s in the bag, Mistress Marcie? If I may ask?”

“You may.” Marcie grinned at her submission. Clearly the girl might be used to being the ‘bottom’ of the harem, but was relishing Faith’s grovelling. “It’s some foods that Buffy thought might be fun to shove in your twat.” The Slayer’s dark eyes widened. “She gave me a shopping list and this,” Marcie stepped forward and secured a silken blindfold over the busty beauty’s eyes, plunging the nude slave into darkness. The next thing she felt was her hands and ankles being tied to the table’s legs, holding her in place. “Shall we start?”

Faith panted, a thrill running through her as she heard the new confidence into Marcie’s voice, her pussy moistening and trembling in expectation. “Please Mistress, please.”

The Slayer’s pleas turned to inarticulate moans, her head shooting back and eyes bulging against the blindfold when she felt something soft stroke gently against her labia. “Can you guess what that is?” Marcie asked. Faith just groaned as the soft leaves trailed up and down her twitching labia.

Then jumped, her boobs bouncing, when Marcie’s hand cracked hard against her full rear. CRACK! “I asked you a question!” CRACK! “Answer me bitch!”

“Sorry Mistress Marcie,” Faith panted. “Is it some sort of plant?”

“Good guess.” Faith whimpered as the stroking stopped. “But it was parsley. And next.”

”Ohhhh.” Faith moaned as something long and narrow pushed its way into her narrow fuck-channel, then was yanked out, and pushed back in, slowly at first, but then faster until her hips were bucking backwards, the dark-eyed beauty moaning and groaning, her fuck channel squeezing hard around the mystery invader. “So good.”

“Faith,” Marcie leaned over her, the object pushing in and out of her hole, the girl’s body heavy on her and her hot breath against Faith’s neck, “do you think you could take two carrots at once?”

The naked beauty nodded. “Yes Mistress Marcie, I stretch real well.”

“Let’s see,” Faith’s hips rose, her breath catching as the carrot was joined by another, each rubbing against a different cunny wall, the nerves in her special place tingling wildly. The carrots were eased out, then thrust back in, faster and faster until the stunning beauty was bouncing happily up and down, knees cracking repeatedly against the desk as she panted and groaned, sweat dripping off her aroused frame.

And then the carrots were yanked out, leaving the blindfolded nubile with a feeling of emptiness.

It was however a short-living feeling. Seconds later she felt something being rubbed against her twat, her nether lips rippling in happy welcome. “Does that feel good Faith?”

“Aaah!” Faith let out a gasp, back arching as Marcie rammed something thick and curved into her pussy before she had chance to speak. “Gawd!” Her pussy clenched and relaxed around the thing as Mistress Marcie see-sawed it in and out in tandem with the sultry Slayer’s gasps and moans, her body shaking in approaching climax, dangling tits bobbing up and down, swaying from side to side, in erotic rhythm with her gyrating frame. “Aaaah!” Faith let out a gasp, eyes bulging as sweat flew off her body as with a final savage twist of the fruit, Marcie sent her plunging over the edge into a shaking climax, juices dripping down her legs. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohh!”

Suddenly the object was pulled out. “I wonder what you taste like,” Mistress Marcie commented as Faith heard her unpeeling the object she’d just pulled out of the Slayer’s sultry cunny, “and I do like my fruit.” Faith moaned low in her throat as she felt Marcie’s clammy hand on her breasts, tugging at her already arousal-hardened nipples and massaging her dangling hooters as she munched on the fruit drenched in Faith’s twat fluids.

Then Faith heard the sound of the banana skin being thrown in the bin and felt Marcie’s hand pull away. “What’s next?” Marcie’s giggle had a touch of evil that caused Faith’s skin to pimple fearfully as she looked blindly around, mouth drying in anticipation. “Oh I know.”

Before the busty Slayer had chance to ask a fearful question or make a grovelling plea, Marcie rammed something hot, thick, and long into her cunny, twisting it so that it rubbed against every nerve as she did so. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Faith threw her head back and moaned, her curvy body shaking as she was penetrated by what could only be a hot pepper. Marcie let out a giggle, her previous shyness replaced by an eagerness to dominate, the older girl pushing the vegetable in and out, Faith’s pussy convulsing around the food and her cunny rising to boiling point. “So good,” Faith moaned as aroused sweat beaded off her, her twat shaking, rippling around the vegetable. “Please,” Faith moaned pitifully when the pepper was yanked out as her body began to shake in pre-climax throes. “Oh, let me, ooh.”

“You’ve only just cum, be patient,” Marcie scolded with a light slap of her ass.

”Yes Mistress Marcie,” Faith nodded her head, “sorry Mistress Marcie. I’ll be a good girl.”

Faith whimpered as Marcie kissed her naked shoulder. “I know you will.” Faith grunted as the newly confident girl took a hold of the Slayer’s dangling jugs and squeezed before kissing her shoulder again. Clearly Marcie was revelling in her domination of her naked and super-powered babe. “I’m going to have to stretch you for what is going to cum, okay?”

Faith nodded submissively. “Yes, Mistress Marcie.”

“Good girl,” Marcie patted her on the head before sliding a pair of fingers between the Slayer’s already engorged nether-lips and gently prising them apart, Faith moaning and bucking at every touch.

The sultry Bostonian’s curved hips rose and fell as the giggling girl took a tennis ball sized object and worked it into her until her bulging lips were wrapped around it. “Ohhhh,” Faith’s rear danced hypnotically as Marcie added to her stretched stimulation by slowing turning the object inside her. “Ohhh, myyyy,” Faith panted and whined as the object did a slow, full rotation in one direction, then Marcie yanked the fruit back out, and forced it back before twisting it around in the other direction. “Aaaaah.” The restraints holding the Slayer pulled tight as she rocked and bounced around the table, sweat dripping off her, as her tits bounced in every direction, her ass wobbling up and down. “Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh.”

Just as she was about to cum, the object was yanked out again. Faith’s ears picked up the sound of eating even as the fingers of Marcie’s free hand deftly rubbed at the Slayer’s silken ass cheeks. “Umm, you even taste good on apple, Faith,” Marcie told her.

”I’m glad I taste good, Mistress Marcie.”

Marcie giggled then swatted her ass. For a moment there was nothing… Then Faith started as something brushed against her labia. “Felt that did you?” Marcie murmured before rubbing it against her cunny, just pushing in one spot, then pulling away. Faith moaned at the teasing sensation, Marcie laughing softly in reply. “Let’s try this.” Faith shivered and whimpered as the object stroked up and down her tingling twat then pulled away again. Faith moaned incoherently, pushing her silken hips back pleadingly as she searched blindly for whatever had been stimulating her, the restraints holding her once again pulling tight. Marcie laughed again when Faith did a sexy little bunny hop when the object’s end slapped hard against her clit three times in quick succession before pulling away. “Wow, Buffy said I’d have fun,” Marcie murmured as she returned to sliding the object’s end up and down the Slayer’s twitching pussy lips, sometimes moving fast, sometimes slow, sometimes with a feather light touch, other times hard. “But I had no idea!”

“Please,” Faith begged through gritted teeth, her body shaking with arousal, sweat gleaming on her, “please, Mistress Marcie!”

Marcie giggled as she pulled the makeshift cock away, Faith slumping on the desk, rounded chest rising and falling as she gulped in air. “Are you sure you want it?” Marcie whispered. Faith nodded. “Well let’s hear you beg for it?”

“Please Mistress Marcie, fuck me with your food, I need your food in my pussy!” Faith panted. “Please Mistress Marcie, fuck your dirty slut!”

“You’re sure you want me to fuck you with this cucumber?” the newly confident Sunnydaler haughtily demanded. The moment the busty Slayer nodded, Marcie grabbed her pig-tails and yanked her head back, arching her back and pushing her ample chest out. “Take it!”

“OOOOOH!” Faith let out a squeal as the cucumber sliced between her legs, pussy clamping tight even as the school-girl twisted the cucumber inside her hot channel then yanked it out and pushed it back it, twisting it the opposite way this time. “Oh fuck!” Faith wailed happily as her twat heated up, the girl behind speeding up, Faith’s shapely hips bucking back to get more of the kinky dildo see-sawing in and out of her fuck channel. “So good!” Faith shrieked as Mistress Marcie took her deeper and deeper, the hand pulling her head back further and further. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Faith shrieked and wailed, tits bouncing as sweat gleamed on her naked body, the fully clothed girl making her sweat like a 2 dollar whore. The sultry sexbomb’s arousal was increased by the fact she never knew what Marcie was gonna do next, just ram it in, ease it into her, twist it one way or the other, or go at her straight in. “I’m gonna-.” Lights exploded before the busty Bostonian’s eyes as her stomach fluttered and juices gushed out between her legs, soaking the table under her. “CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Faith moaned deep in her throat as the cucumber was pulled out. “Did you enjoy that, Faith?”

“Yes Mistress Marcie,” Faith nodded between pants, “you can handle a cucumber.”

“Why thank you Faith,” the Slayer moaned as Marcie leaned over the restrained beauty and got herself a pair of good handfuls of tits and started squeezing them while licking at the sweat gleaming on her sensually-muscled back. “Shall we see how you handle a…” Marcie paused and laughed, “a pineapple?”

Faith let out a piteous moan, in her mind’s eye seeing a prickly, thick pineapple getting shoved in her tight, delicate twat. Knowing she could do nothing but obey, she nodded. “Sounds good Mistress Marcie.”

Marcie giggled. “I do hope Buffy has more games for us to play together, I’m soaking wet here.”

“Ooooh,” the buxom babe whined and shook as Marcie rubbed the pineapple up and down her vag lips, the rough surface making her lips jump in shock. Then Marcie began to push the fruit into her. “Aaaaah! Eeeee.” Faith’s eyes bulged against the blindfold as she huffed and puffed like an out of shape sprinter, her tight channel forced to stretch to accommodate the thick, rough-surfaced fruit. “Ooooh.” The Slayer shook, muscles on her lithe limbs standing out as the fruit continued its slow progress, rubbing continually against every inflamed nerve. “Aaaaah.” Then Marcie began twisting the pineapple around inside her.

“Aaaaah! Aaaah!” It was like a switch had been turned on, every twist caused her stretched to the max vag to flex against the rough-textured fruit, a reaction that caused yet more flexing and yet more juices gushing out of her shaking vag, spilling onto the table. “Aaaaah!” Lights flashed before the blindfolded Slayer’s dark eyes, hot blood pounded in her ears, and her tits bounced, sweat droplets flying from them. “Aaaah!” But the only thing Faith was aware of was her over-stimulated cunt, juices waterfalling from it. “Aaaah!” Marcie continued turning the fruit, the slightest twist only extending the Slayer beauty’s climax. “JEEEEEEEEEZ! DAMNNNNNNNNNN!” FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK! GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!”

The moment Marcie yanked the fruit out, the exhausted Slayer slumping onto the desk, her chest barely moving. The Bostonian barely noticed the blindfold being pulled off or the ropes around her ankles and wrists being unfastened, her body still trembling as the rest of the juices dripped out of her convulsing pussy, the puddle she was lying in, one of her own fluids. Marcie’s hand swatted gently against her ass. “Faith, I want you on your knees now, giving me a thank you.”

“Yes, Mistress Marcie,” Faith noted the camera had also been turned off in the seconds she had been given to recover. The weary Slayer scrambled off the desk and lowered her sweat and cum covered body to her knees before the girl who’d now taken her skirt off to reveal the shaven twat of a Summers harem member, her crotch already covered with juices spurted during her supervision of Faith’s debasement and degradation.

”Oh, oho,” Marcie panted as Faith’s tongue began artfully dancing around, licking at the fluids already spilt, the Sunnydale High student’s labia jumping every time the buxom brunette touched it. Then the sexy brunette pressed her lips to Marcie’s own, just delicately brushing them. “Yes, yes, Buffy said you were good, but..” Encouraged by the breathless response, Faith pulled away from the student’s lips and began gently kissing her cum-wet inner thighs, the shy girl groaning and moaning above her. “Oh yes, you’re so good,” Marcie panted and groaned as Faith started sliding her tongue up and down the other girl’s twitching vag lips. “Don’t tease,” Marcie twisted and writhed around Faith’s face, her eyes screwed, “inside, inside, I want your-, ohhhhhh.” Marcie let out a low moan as Faith obeyed, her tongue sliding inside Marcie’s wet channel, sliding up one wall and down the other before retreating out. “No, no, no, “ Marcie babbled, her fingers taking a hold of Faith’s chin and pushing her bald crotch into Faith’s face. “Do it! Do it!”

Faith meekly obeyed, her tongue darting back inside the pink slit, Marcie responding with a low yet heartfelt moan, the girl beginning to finger her clit, fresh juices leaking into the submissive Slayer’s mouth. “Ooooh,” Marcie let out a contented moan as she pressed herself against Faith, the Slayer lapping eagerly at her moist cunt. “Oooooh,” Marcie moaned as the brunette bombshell’s licking increased. “Soooo good!” Marcie let a final shriek as her juices spilt out, covering the Slayer’s beautiful features and drenching her full mouth as the high school student stood above her shook in gleeful climax.

Marcie stumbled back against the desk behind her. “Pull my panties up and clean your face up, Faith.”

”Yes Mistress Marcie.” Faith dragged Marcie’s cotton, sodden panties up, then rose and quickly found some tissue to wipe her face clean with. “Should I get dressed now Mistress Marcie?”

Marcie scowled as she looked at her watch. “I suppose you should, your next appointment’s in ten minutes. We had fun though didn’t we?”

”You were amazing Mistress Marcie,” Faith agreed as she pulled Buffy’s summer dress on, noting with dismay that thanks to the sweat and cunt fluids now covering her, the dress stuck to her curves even more than it had before and her arousal-hardened nipples threatened to poke through the dress’ thin material.

“Thank you,” Marcie beamed at her before leading her out and back into the more used parts of the school, towards her locker, the ridden hard and put-away wet Slayer getting plenty of leers and wolf-whistles off guys and plenty of disapproving sneers and catty remarks off girls.

”Ah Mrs. Lehane.” The two girls stopped when Mr. Snyder came out of his office to leer at her. “I trust you’ll make your Sunday appointment?”

”Yes sir,” Faith nodded, careful to show the teacher his respect, lest he report her to Mrs. Summers.

”And you missed your class, Miss Ross.” Snyder tutted and shook his head. “We’ll have to talk about that on Sunday won’t we Ms. Lehane?”

“Yes sir,” Faith nodded, knowing that meant more punishment for her.

“Well, get on.” Snyder walked away.

“Come on,” Marcie ordered. Faith just wondered who was waiting for her.