Yours

Yours

By Norwalker


Summary: The prequel to " Endings" what happened before that brought Buffy to that place? We can only speculate…

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this fiction are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. Not making any money here, guys. Just doing it for love…

Rating: NC-17

Category: Drama, angst, romance of a sort.

Time line/Spoilers: AU story, set at the end of Season three " Graduation Parts 1 and 2" but doesn't really follows what happened, and postulates a different ending.

Warnings, if necessary: Adult themes, violence, and sexual situations . Story depicts sexual acts between members of the same gender. Also, there are definite elements of D/s( Domination/ submission) in this story, and some little bits of bondage. If this disturbs you, please stop reading now, ok?

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I see you.

I'm watching you.

I see you in your room, talking to him. Talking to that man. The man you betrayed us for; betrayed me for. You look so happy, so eager to please him. It disgusts me how you fawn over him. After what you did to us, to me. I feel the anger churning in my gut.

I watch him leave, and I watch you move around, looking , seeking for something to do. You turn on your stereo, and you plop on the bed, magazine in hand. Still the nervous energy runs through you; your legs move in time to the music. You look so young right now, so innocent. For a moment I can see me with you there, talking about boys, laughing at the adults, gossiping; just enjoying being together. But you threw that away. You threw me away, didn't you? You lay there, acting as if nothing is happening, as if tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that mean nothing. It's all just a joke to you, isn't it? It's always been like that. A joke, meaning nothing. I mean nothing . You'll happily hurt me, and kill me, won't you? Bitch!

I move quickly, silently like a cat. I circle you, finding the way in, the way to get to you. Enjoy your happiness baby, cuz soon I'm going to make you care again. Soon I'll make you realize what you've done. I'll watch and gloat as you realize I've won. I'll watch you die. You think I can't do that, that I'm too tender hearted. But I'm not. I'll watch you die happily, cuz you've already killed me!

I move down the hall to your door. I stand there , listening to the music as it blares through the walls. The head banging heavy metal crap you so love. I try the door, and it's unlocked. God, you're a moron. You think you're safe? From me? Or is it a trap? I wait, and listen … but nothing happens. No, you're just an idiot. I slide quietly into the room, the music covering my steps. I see you on the bed, reading your magazine, rocking to the music. I reach out and turn it off.

You turn, with a " What the fuck " look on your face. But you recover quickly, and there's that smirk. That smirk that so makes me want to wipe it off your face… with my fist.

" Thought I'd drop by," I say, casually.

" Is he dead yet?" You ask like asking about the weather.

" Not gonna die. Good try though. You're plan?"

" Uh-huh. Mayor got me the poison. Wicked painful, he said"

" There's a cure."

" Damn, " You sound disappointed, and amused. " What is it?"

" Your blood." I lick my lips, " As justice goes? It's not un-poetic. "

For a second, you stare. Then that fucking smiling comes back on your face.

" Come to get me? Gonna feed me to Angel? You know you'll never take me alive."

" Not a problem"

Your smile never slips, but for a second there's a look in your eye I relish. A look of fear.

" Well, look at you. Little sis, all dressed up in big sis's clothes. "

" You told me I was just like you, that I was just holding it back."

You're up now, circling. Looking for an opening. You won't find one, bitch.

" So, ready to cut loose?" Your eyebrow arches, still not believing I'll do it.

" Try me, " I say, following you, waiting for my moment.

" Give us a kiss, then"

I kiss you with my fist. You grin, and return my kiss, and we're fighting.


We're all over the apartment, smashing into furniture, kicking, punching, trying to put each other down. You hit me, I hit you, but I don't feel it. All I feel is the anger, the rage at what you've done. And the thrill, the thrill I feel knowing I'm gonna knock you down, hurt you , hurt you so bad like you hurt me. Kick, punch, feint and another hit. You go on, fighting me, and I see your face. It's still just a game to you, you're taunting me, egging me on.

" Not getting tired, are you? I'm just starting to feel it"

More fighting, more taunts, then you crash through the window and I'm right with you. We fall, and as you recover, I cuff you to me.

" Stick around!"

Your smile fades a little, and your face hardens. More punches, more kicks, and we fall, rolling on the roof, as you try to get away. But I won't let you, bitch. Not tonight. You're paying tonight. You get your footing, and get up. Somehow you break the chain on the cuffs, and you're free. But you don't run; that's not your style. You almost dance back, taunting me. Come get me your body says to me.

"What's the matter, " I taunt you, " All that killing, and afraid to die?" And bitch, you're gonna die.

You pick up a pipe, and wave it at me. I pull out the knife, your knife. You look at me, and for the first time tonight, you're engaged with me. I see the anger in your eyes.

" That's my knife" You hiss

" Don't worry, you're gonna get it back real soon"

You try to hit me with the pipe, and miss. I lunge at you with the knife, but you duck it. We dance back, to the edge of the roof. You grab my knife hand, trying to shake it loose. Again with the pipe, again with the miss. I break free, whirl around with the knife… and you somehow kick my hand, dislodging the knife. It clatters along the rooftop. My attention's on the knife, and not on you. Bad mistake.

" Missed me, blondie. Now what?" You sneer, and before I can think, you swing at me with the pipe. I block it at the last second, but the force of the blow hurls me back on my back. I lay there, stunned, my arm aching like it's broken. All of a sudden you're on me, pinning me to the roof, and you've got the knife. You casually wave the point in my face as you pin me down.

" Told you it's my knife, B, " you smile, wickedly, leaning in close. You take knife, and I feel cuts on my cheek. I glare at you, but you just laugh. " So, what am I gonna do with you, anyway?" A cold chill goes through me as you caress my cheek with the flat of the knife.

" Go ahead and just do it, bitch, " I growl at you, " you know you want to. You want to hurt me, don't you? You want to kill me. Go ahead, do it. You hate me, don't you slut?" I wriggle under you, trying to get free. But you've got me too tightly. God, I hate you!!!

" Is that what you think, B?" You frown, looking at me with cold eyes, " I wanna kill you? If I wanted that, I could've done it soon as I landed on you!" My heart is thumping wildly in my chest. I can feel the waves coming off you, " No, don't think I want to kill you just yet. Maybe I want to play for awhile, you know?" you lean over closer, your face nearly in mine. " Maybe …" you lick the blood off my cheek, " I want some fun" My breathing is short and heavy, you're sitting on me is making it hard to breathe. I squirm some more, and I try to bite you. You rear back, laughing , and hit me. " Bad girl , B. that's such a chick thing. Trying to bite me." You hit me again, hard. Anger boils up in me, anger and resentment. With everything I got left, I push off, bucking you off me.

" Shit!!" You yell as you go flying. I'm up, but you're up too, holding the knife. You grin. " Well, looky here. There's still some fight in you. Good. Hate it to be too easy." We start to circle, and I look around for a weapon, anything to counter the knife. I see the pipe you abandoned, and pick it up quickly. I feel better, with something to hit you with, but my heart is still going a mile a minute, and you're just grinning over there. " Well, aint this a hoot? Two girls, just out to have some fun, trying to bash each other's brains in. "

You feint, and I counter. You come at me, doing a sweep, but I jump over it. But I land wrong, and lose my balance going down hard on my butt. You rush me, I bring up the pipe, hitting you on the thigh.

" Fuck that hurt!" You yell, and then counter with a punch to my jaw, and I'm on my back, stunned. You're on me in a flash. I can taste the blood in my mouth from your punch.

" Hmmm. Here we are again, Baby. You on your back, me on top. Don't ya get that's how it's always gonna be?" You sit on me, pinning my arms with your knees. You smile, and take the knife, cutting the buttons off my blouse. My heart is in my throat. You're gonna stab me right now, aren't you?

" Bet you're thinking I'm gonna stab you, aren't you?" Faith grins. " naw, too easy girlfriend. No fun in that!" You take the point of the knife, and just tap it against my chest, raising little beads of blood. " Tiny little cuts, baby. Hurt?"

" Fuck you!" I hiss, and try to bring my legs up to kick. But you just sit back a little.

" Uh-uh, not again!" You smile. You take the knife, and cut my bra between the cups. It falls away, revealing my breasts to you. You smile, and lick your lips. " Not bad, baby, " you leer. You run the knife down my breastbone. Not enough to pierce the skin, just enough so I can feel the sharp. " Wonder what that'd feel like?" The cool night air makes my nipples harden, and you gloat, " Well someone's getting turned on, isn't she?" You take the tip of the knife and touch it to my nipple, and I shiver. " Shhh … no baby, I won't cut it. It's too pretty." Instead, you lean over and bite it, hard. I yell, and it's like an electric bolt goes through my body. I convulse under you. My heart feels like it's going to hammer out of my chest. I struggle to free myself, but then you lay on top of me.

" You liked that, didn't you B?" You gloat, your face hovering over mine. " I can tell, baby. I can … " You stare into my eyes, searching for something. I feel like my stomach's tied in knots, and I'm shivering all over. I've never felt fear, utter fear, like this before. You keep staring at me, your expression cold. Then you do something that turns my world upside down.

You kiss me. Hard, demanding, hot. Your lips crush mine, and I feel my brain crosswire. Your lips savage mine, you bite my lips, god that hurts, and you force your tongue in my mouth. You use your tongue to take me, rape me. I'm so stunned, so out of it, that for a second I don't react. I let you kiss me. Then I react, throwing you off me in disgust and anger. I'm shaking, but you're up and at me, pushing me against the wall.

" So that's it, you like it rough. Rough's good, B" You pin me against the wall, and again, your lips are on my, taking me. Your body is pressed hard against mine, and I can feel the heat, and I can smell your arousal. I feel dizzy, and lost, but I reach up, and grab your hair, pulling your head away. You're laughing at me, and I can see blood on your lips. My blood.

" You fucking bitch!" I scream, pushing you away and down. I land on you, and I see you, laughing at me. I hate you! I hate you! and … I kiss you , hard as you kissed me, harder. I need to take you, make you stop laughing at me, and I cover your mouth with mine, forcing my tongue into your mouth. But you open your mouth, and suck my tongue in. You're arms go around me and pull me down on you.

We're rolling, rolling in the glass on the roof. You try to get on top, but I won't let you. I try to stay on top, and you knock me off. I tear at your clothes, wanting to get to you, hurt you like you hurt me. I need to hurt you, need to make you suffer. Our mouths are glued together, tongues spearing into each other's mouths, each trying to take command, trying to dominate. The heat is burning, we're locked in a deadly embrace, and all I can think about is hurting you. My mind is gone, all I want is you. You hurting. You hurting me.

Somehow we're up on our feet. I'm still holding on to you, afraid to let go, afraid you'll stab me. I'm on fire. We're on fire, you as well as me, I can feel it. We stagger about like two drunks, and fall back into your room, tripping over the window ledge, landing hard on the floor. Our hands are clawing, tearing, trying to get the clothing off. I hear ripping sounds , as our clothing slowly gets shredded in our passion. Our passion, god, I'm reeling here, not understanding any of this, just needing. Needing so bad it hurts to my soul.

You push me away, and then hit me, slap me, push me down. You kneel on top of me, nearly naked, holding me down, grinning at me. You slap me, and I try to cover my face, but your slaps get through. You start to scream at me.

" Is this what you want, B? Me to hurt you? You like me hurting you?" I'm crying now, yelling and screaming and crying, and hitting back, clawing at you, but you're relentless, you won't let up. You bite me, and it hurts, but it makes my body convulse in a perverse pleasure. I bring my hands up, and claw at your back, and you bite me harder. Then our mouths are together again, kissing fiercely, savagely. Without regard or tenderness. There is no tenderness here, there is only punishment. You bite my lips, you force your tongue down my throat, nearly gagging me. I grab your hair, and pull you down, down on me. You insinuate yourself between my legs, pushing your mound against mine, rubbing your wet slit against mine, and it's lost for me. It's incredible, this intensity of feeling, the pain, the hurt, the joy… I grab you, and rake my nails against your back, but you only grind and hump against me harder.

" Hurt me, fuck me Faith, " I hear myself scream, " do it, make it nasty, make it hurt. God I love this, god do it, do it, do it!"

" I'll fuck you. B., if you say you're my bitch. Say it, or I'll stop." You growl at me as you bite me again.

You can't stop! You can't! I'll die if you stop. Oh god, I'm so fucking lost.

" I'm your bitch, " I moan, " I'm your bitch, just fuck me Faith; please fuck me hard" I scream, needing it like nothing I've even needed before.

You grind against me, Your hot wet pussy rubbing hard against mine. All of my body, my soul, is on fire for you. My body feels like a thousand wires are connected to it, shooting shocks throughout me. I've never felt like this before, it's so intense, so incredibly intense and wonderful. My own hips buck back at you, rubbing my hot wet mound against yours, the shocks shooting through me. I hear you moaning and grunting, I know you're feeling it too, feeling the fire consuming us, changing us, remaking us into something new. The grinding friction is shoving me closer, closer to the edge. I claw to stay away, to make it last longer. But then you slide your hand under me, and jam two fingers up my ass and I'm lost. My brain overloads, I see nothing but fire and stars, my body convulses in orgasmic joy. I hear a loud, low moaning and it takes seconds to realize it's me doing it. You're still grinding against me, moaning loudly, needing to release, and I take my fingers and jam them up your ass. You scream, and shudder, and moan … and come.

Even in the paroxysms of our orgasm, I know what's happened. I've surrendered. I've given myself to you, in ways that I can't even conceive of yet, I just know I'm yours. If you even want me. I don't know that. To you this might be just a game, but I know I'm lost. I know I've betrayed everything I believe in, everybody I love, for you. Home, family, and friends, gone. My heart is beating fast in my chest, my breathing is ragged and uneven, and I'm lost forever. I can't go back. I can't. I can't live without you; without you I'm dead. If not outside, then inside. If you reject me, throw me away, I'll die. There is nothing left of me except what you want me to be. I'm your bitch, now and forever.

You roll off of me, and sit up, not touching me. Not acknowledging me. I feel used, and cheap, and dirty. And I love it, I love the shame I feel, the humiliation you give me by ignoring me. I curl up into a ball, rolling over away from you, hating myself and loving you.

I hear you grunt and stand up, but I won't turn towards you. I'm too ashamed. I breathe quietly, my heart hammers in my chest, and I feel nothing but ugly and ashamed. I see your shadow as you stand over me.

" Look at me, B" You say softly, but your tone is a command. I turn, and look up at you. You glow. You're a goddess, my goddess. You're beautiful and proud, standing above me. I want to lick your feet, supplicate myself to you. You're my everything. I love you. I hate you. I adore and worship you.

You reach down, and give me a hand up. As I rise, you put a hand on my shoulder, holding me down in a kneeling position. I kneel before you, my head level to your hips. I see your sex, red and swollen, wet and glistening, before my face. I smell your muskiness, and I feel a hunger deep in my soul. But I say nothing, do nothing, but kneel before you.

" Look at me , Buffy, " Your voice again is soft and throaty. I look up, and see you looking down at me. Your expression is neutral, but your eyes have a softness I've never seen before. You smile a small smile at me.

" Who are you?" You ask, never raising your voice.

" B-Buffy" I reply. You frown, and slap me.

" Who are you?" You ask again, more firmly this time.

" I … I'm your bitch" I say softly. I hang my head down in remorse and shame.

You squat down by me, and pull my hair, forcing my head back.

" Never look away when I'm speaking to you Buffy. Do you understand?"

" Y-y-yes" I say, whispering, but looking straight at you.

" Good, that's my good bitch" You praise me, and I feel a shock of joy throughout my body. " Who am I?" You ask, again softly.

" Y-you're my Goddess, " I say more confidently, but still with trepidation.

" Yes, " You smile, and my heart glows. " Yes, my sweet bitch, that's so very right." You gather me in your arms, and cuddle me. You kiss my forehead and then my lips, softly and lovingly. " I'm your goddess, my love. Never forget that." You stroke me, and I'm in heaven.

" Do you love me, bitch?" You ask softly. Your hand strokes my hair.

" I adore you, my goddess," I declare, truthfully, " I … worship you."

You stand, so my face again is level with your hips.

" Show me, my loving little bitch. Show me how you worship me!" You thrust your hips towards my face.

I move to you, pressing my face in your warm mound. My tongue slides out, and I lick the reddened lips of your pussy. You shudder, and place your hands on my head, guiding me. Back and forth, my tongue caresses your slit, tasting your sweet juice, wanting more, much more. I burrow my face into you, and let my tongue slide between your swollen lips, tasting your honey at the source. Your hips gently sway, and I hear an appreciate moan. I withdraw my tongue, and gently lick your swollen bud, flicking it gently. You gasp, and press against me, and I open my lips, taking the bud between them, sucking on it gently. I feel it throb between my lips, and your hips sway faster, pressing against my face.

" Yes, bitch , do it. Suck it, suck it nice, " You croak, your voice hoarse with passion. Your hands grab my tangled blond hair, and pull me closer, demanding I do more, do more.

I raise two fingers to your now dripping sex, and push them inside you. You moan softly, and start to hump on my fingers. I raise them, and start to slide them in and out of you, hearing your moans grow louder, deeper. Your knees begin to wobble, and I remove my hand, helping you to sit down. You lay back on the floor, your legs spread, knees up, and I resume my loving ministrations.

I move my mouth down to your pussy, letting my tongue slide into you. I lick you, and you cry out softly, your thighs coming together to trap my head between them. I reach under you, lifting your buttocks off the floor, so I have better access. I lick you, sliding my tongue into you, over your wet lips, and to your now engorged clit. Your cries become one long moan, and your hips start to bounce and rock. I'm adoringly, worshipfully merciless, never giving you a moment to think. My tongue is all over you, driving you more and more insane. You pant, you cry, and you moan, and it's music to my ears. You gurgle, then let out a final long moan, and you stiffen… your whole body becomes my temple, your pussy my altar.

" Hold me, " You command, and I'm up and gathering you in my arms, gently rocking you as the orgasm trembles throughout your body. You cling to me, whimpering, and I press you to my breast, offering it to you to suckle, which you do. I caress you, and kiss you, and hold you, as the orgasms gently fade.

You smile up at me, and my heart is full of sweet loving joy. You sigh, and leans against me. After a few minutes, you break away, and stands up, leaving me again kneeling before you.

" Stand up, Buffy " You reach out your hand. I look at the outstretched hand, and hesitate. You frown, and say sternly, " Take my hand, bitch. Don't annoy me." I take the hand, and you pull me rudely to my feet. I stand before you, head down, ashamed.

You move to me, and stand pressed against me. You pull on my hair, bringing my head up. You glare into my face.

" What are you?" You ask, sternly.

" Your bitch" I answer meekly

" Who am I?"

" My goddess "

" You're mine, Buffy. Do you understand? You're mine, to do with as I please. Do you understand?" Your voice is hard, not brooking argument.

" Yes, goddess, I'm yours. All yours."

" You've only begun your training, my love. Forget whatever you used to be, Buffy. You're friends, your family, your life, that's over. I'm your life now. You got it?"

I stand there, naked, humiliated before you, and I hesitate. My friends… god, what've I done? I've hung them out to dry. You'll kill them all, I know it. And Giles… oh, god, and Angel… he's dying right now. I can't… I can't do this. But I'll die, without you … I can't choose. I start to sob, my heart breaking.

" Bitch, stop crying," You say, raising your hand to slap me. You do, but it doesn't hurt, I don't feel it. I continue to cry. I'm so weak, I hate myself.

" Buffy, stop, please, " Your voice gentles, and you take me by the hand, leading me to the bed. You sit me down, and sit next to me.

" Look at me, Buffy, please" You say, softly.

I can't look at you, I'm so weak, such a coward. You gently chuck me under the chin, raising my eyes. You're smiling at me, with sad eyes.

" Buffy, do you love me?" You ask. The words are so simple, the answer so hard.

I nod, not trusting my voice. The tears are coming harder now.

" I love you too, my sweet little bitch, " You say, and kiss me softly on the cheek, " I love you, and you're mine, right?"

Again I nod.

" You gotta choose, Buffy. We can't be together, if you're fighting me. You gotta be with me, or not. There're no other choices. Me or them."

"I … can't. I can't do it… please, Faith… "

" Then get the fuck out, Buffy. You don't love me, whatever your game. Get out, and go back to your fucking scoobies, ok? But you gotta know, next time I see you, bitch, I'll kill you, and your friends."

" No, please, Faith… no… don't do this, please!" I cry, getting down, wrapping myself around your legs. " Please don't throw me out, please, baby… I need you… I love you!" Any pride, anything like dignity, is gone. Without you, I'm done. I don't want to live.

" Get off me, bitch!" You yell, kicking your legs out, throwing me across the floor. I lay there in a heap, not moving. I need you to hurt me, make me pay for my sin. I get up, and crawl across the floor, on my stomach.

"Please, don't do this… anything, but don't throw me away!" I cry. I'm useless, worthless and without shame.

" Then choose me, or get the hell out, Buffy!" You snarl. I cringe, trying to blend lower into the floor.

I've lost everything. My friends, my mom, Giles, all gone. Because of you. Because I can't live without you. I know that, but it still hurts. You'll kill them, you'll torture them. I know it, but I don't care. I have to be with you. I have to. I'm filth, I'm a Judas, but I don't care. You're my world, my everything.

" You," I say, finally, humbly, and without reserve. " I choose you, Faith" I lay on the floor, and shiver, hating myself to the nth degree. I'm nothing, I've no pride, no courage, not in the face of losing you forever. I wish I were dead.

You come to me, and lift me, holding me in your arms. You carry me back to the bed, and set me down, gently. You lay next to me, and gather me in your arms.

" That's all I want, my sweet B. My little bitch, my sweet Buffy. Your love, and your devotion. You're mine, and nobody else's." You caress me, and fondle me. " I don't want to hurt you, but you gotta know what's important. We… you and me, we come first. I come first with you. Do you see that?"

" Yes, goddess, I see, " I say, but my voice, my heart, hurts. I take comfort in your touches, but I feel empty and bereft.

" You're giving up a lot, I know that, Buffy," You say. " I'll give you something in return. I won't kill them. I won't let them get hurt. I promise."

I look at you, a tiny kernel of hope growing in my heart. " Really?" I whisper, not believing what I heard.

" I promise, B. When the time comes, I'll find a way to get them out. They don't mean shit to me, but they mean something to you. I'm not a monster, Buffy," You hold me, but sense I'm not done yet. You look at me, a little perturbed. I lower my eyes. " What? What else?"

" Angel, " I whisper.

" God, Buffy," You get up, and leave the bed. " What the fuck can I do for him? I'm sorry, but he's dead, Buffy."

" Faith, please, let me go to him. He can have my blood…"

"Are you nuts, B?" You cry out. You hop on the bed, and slap me , " What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna let that bloodsucking freak eat you? He'll kill you ! Oh yeah, that's really great thinking, B!!!" You're angry, so angry. I cringe away, but I keep on.

" No, he won't. Not if it's me, he won't kill me. I know it."

" No fucking way, B. No fucking way. You're mine, not his. Not anymore! He's dead, Buffy. Face it!"

I don't argue, I don't say anything. I just lay in the bed, huddled over. The tears start to fall. I try to suppress the sobs.

" Dammit, B what the hell do you want from me? God, stop crying! You yell, pacing. " You're such a girl !!!" You pace some more, and then stop, sighing. " Ok, ok, I figured it out. God, I'm such an idiot. I could have anyone I want, and I gotta want you !!! " you pace some more. " You know, if this kills me, I'm gonna suck on the freak as my last goddamn thing I do, and then come back and eat you, you know!!!"

" No, Faith, not you. ME! Let me do it, he… I …"

" SHUT UP!!! I don't trust him, and I don't trust you. Got it?" You yell at me. " I know how I can pull it off, but damn you, this is going to cost you major, bitch." You come over, and grab me by the hair, hauling me out of the bed. You grab my arm and drag me to the stereo . " Ok, Buffy, if I do this for you, it means you commit to me forever, no going back, got it?"

I nod, but you're not satisfied.

" Say it, and mean it, bitch!"

" I'm yours, forever, as long as you want me, Goddess"

" Good, ok, " You say, releasing my arm, " Now, look in the drawers and help me find a fucking tape." You start looking, and I help. Finally, you find one. " Ok, come here. You're making a little love letter to your friends."

" Huh?" I say, not understanding what you mean.

" Don't argue with me, bitch!" You command.

" Sorry, sorry, " I say, looking down.

" A letter they won't buy. But you're gonna record it, saying that you're with me now, that you've switched sides, and hey, essentially fuck off and goodbye. Got it?"

"Faith, I…" You slap me hard. I cringe, and take a step back.

" Dammit, Buffy don't make me hit you!" You say, angrily, " I told you, if you want me to save your friends, and your precious vampire boyfriend, this is the price. You're mine, forever. You cut all ties with them. Clear? Or do I need to draw you a picture, too?" You glare at me, " if you don't like it, get the fuck out, now!"

" No.. I'll do it, " I say, reluctantly.

" Do it good, make it convincing. Don't make it sound like I'm forcing you, cuz I'm not. It's your choice. You know the choices!"

"Ok"

You plug in the mic, and hands it to me. Your finger hovers over the record button.

" Ok, B. Ready?" I nod. " Make it good !" You press the button.


" Guys, this is Buffy. I've something to tell you. There's no easy way to say it, so I'm just going to say it. I'm with Faith now. I love her, and need her in my life. I can't fight against her, so I fighting with her now. I've decided I'm backing the Mayor with Faith. I sorry, but you'll just have to accept that. I with the Mayor and Faith now, and if can't get behind that, well that’s just tough. Be smart; get outta Sunnydale, pronto. It's really hopeless for you, against the three of us. Sorry, but this is my life, too, and I have to go where my heart is. I'm sorry you if you can't see that. I guess this is goodbye."

I slide my finger across my neck, to cut the recording. You press the button. Then I break down, and fall to my knees, crying. I throw the mic away, smashing it. I've lost everything I loved, and it hurts.

You come to me, and hold me. " I know, baby, I know. It hurts to give everything up, I know," You draw me close," But lover, it's going to be good, you and me, its gonna be great. It's gonna be a whole new world for us, I promise." You rock me as I cry. Slowly the heartache and pain ebbs, and I'm feeling less sad. You whisper to me. " Do you trust me?"

I look in your eyes, and I see in them the love you have for me.

" Yes, I trust you, " I say, without doubt.

" Good, very good, my sweetness" You say, touching my breasts and my belly, my back and my ass. I shiver in delight. You take my hand, and lead me to the bed. You open the drawer to the nightstand, and pull out some cuffs. You hold them up for me to see.

" Do you trust me?" You repeat, softly.

" Yes, my goddess, I trust you, " I say, submissively. I hold out my wrists. You cuff me, and grabbing the chain, lead me to another wall. On it is a hook. You put the chain over the hook, stretching me out onto my toes. You leave me hanging there, and go to a closet. You come back, carrying a riding crop.

" Do you trust me? " You repeat a third time, holding the crop.

" Yessss, " I hiss, anticipating what's coming.

I feel your hands on my back and ass, caressing me. I feel your lips, kissing my back, and my ass, and my spine. I feel my nipples harden, and my pussy gets damp. I'm in heaven. Then I fell the switch hit me, and I cry out in pain and pleasure. It stings, but it drives shivers throughout me. I wriggle in my bonds, and the crop hits me again, and I moan. I quiver in pleasure. Again and again you strike me, and each time a huge electric shock hits me, from my back to my pussy. I feel my juices flowing down my thighs.

" That's enough, " You whisper, and come over, pressing against me as you unhook me. I feel your body, and something else, something hard, sliding between my legs. It touches my sopping mound, and I almost come.

"What?" I ask, but you won't let me look. You push me down to my knees. I tremble in anticipation. Then you walk around, and I nearly faint.

You're wearing a large strap-on, nearly nine inches long and two inches thick. It's a monster. It bobs when you move, and you place yourself in front of me. I watch it in fascination and horror.

" Suck it, little bitch. Suck my cock," You say, sternly.

I hesitate, and you slap me. I look up, but your face is impassive.

" Do it, do it now!" You order.

I look at it, and I smell you. It's arousing you to do this. I open my mouth, and let the head of the dildo slide in. I reach out towards you, thinking to rub your pussy. But you bat my hand away.

" Don't. not unless I tell you to. Now suck it good!"

I let the thing slide down my throat, until I almost gag. I swirl my tongue around it, and close my eyes. I pretend it's a real cock, your cock, and I'm pleasuring you. I get into it, bobbing my head up and down, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. I feel you put your hands on my head.

" Yes, that’s good, that's wonderful baby. Suck it good, make it nice and wet."

I withdraw my mouth, and go up and down it's length, sliding my tongue along it. I smell your musk, and it's heavy. I know this is making you hot, and it pleases me it does. I take it back in my mouth.

"Yes, yessss, that's good lover. Now touch me, do it, touch me!" You moan softly. I comply, reaching over and slipping my finger under the strap on, sliding it in your slick slit. You moan louder, and I finger fuck you, sliding my finger faster and faster in and out of you, all the time sucking on the large dildo. You moan, your legs shake, and I'm rewarded with a gushing of your honey streaming over my hand, and down my arm. You use my head to balance, and the pressure almost makes me choke on the dildo in my mouth, but I don't care. I'm happy I've made you happy. That's all I care about.


" Mmmm… baby sucks my cock so good, " You murmur throatily, " now it's baby's turn." You grab the chain of my cuffs, and pull me to my feet. You lead me to the bed, and shove me over it, head down and ass up. You come behind me, and grab my hips. I feel the monster poking around my rear. My pussy is almost spasming now.

" What does baby want?" You murmur, your hands firmly on my hips.

"Baby wants your cock, " I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. My hips wriggle involuntarily.

" Tell me," You order me harshly, " tell me what baby wants me to do!"

" Baby wants you to fuck her. Fuck her with your huge cock. Stretch my pussy with your monster, goddess. Hurt me so bad, so good !!"

I feel your hands paddle my ass, and I cry out in pain.

" Baby's bad. Baby didn't say please!" You chortle, loving what you're doing to me. Making me insane with desire.

" Please, goddess, fuck your baby with your huge cock. Please hurt me with it, make me weep in pain and joy. Please, lover, fuck me with it !"

I feel your hands tighten on my hips, then I feel it push in me. God, it hurts. It's stretching me to my limits, and I'm feeling tears in my eyes. But I'm so fucking hot, so fucking wet, that it slips in… an inch, then another, then another slowly as you press it into me. I grab the sheets, and bite the pillow to keep from crying out. Slowly, slowly it slides in me, til it reaches home.

Then, gradually, you pump me. I feel it sliding out, then back in, and I'm feeling more full than ever before. My hips begin to wriggle, and I start to press back against you, trying to push it deeper. God, it feels sooo wonderful. I can't keep it in anymore, I start to pant and moan, as the monster strokes my clit on every push. Then you lean over, your breasts pressing into my back, onto the wounds you inflicted, and I scream out in pain and ecstasy, the pain intense, but making the pleasure better, sweeter, more intense. I feel your hips hit my ass, and I nearly faint when I realize that whole monster is in me. I feel your breath in my ear, as you nibble on the lobe, and then I stop thinking, as wave after wave of pure rapture overcomes me, frying my brain and causing me to moan loudly. I collapse on the bed, a bundle of orgasm and pain and nerve endings. Still you push the monster in and out of me, and I hear you groan and grunt, and I feel your juices flow over my ass. I realize you've come too, and I black out.

When I wake up, I'm in bed. You're laying next to me, and I realize my back is covered with a cooling salve. You've put it on while I was unconscious. You're looking at me, and you have the monster, holding it and licking it like a candy cane.

" Mmmm, my little bitch tastes good, " You chuckle, licking the huge dildo. You pushe it towards me. " Want a taste?"

I lick it hesitantly, then more eagerly. I do taste good, and soon we're both licking my honey off it. Our tongues touch, then touch again, and again, and soon we're kissing. A warm , deep kiss, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouth. Tiny soft sighs escape both of us.

You break the kiss, and edge back, looking at me. A worried expression comes over your face. You turn over and sits up. I push myself up, groaning because the lashes still hurt.

" What is it, Faith?" I ask demurely, not wanting to pry too deep and upset you. I try to put my arms around you, but you shrug me off.

" I can't keep you here, B," You say, your tone serious. " not until it's all over."

My heart sinks. You're sending me away. You don't want me!!

" Please, Faith, don't send me away. I'll do anything, just don't make me go away."

" Buffy, it's not safe here. Not for you, or for me. Not now. If the Mayor or one of his men sees you, I'm toast, and so are you. I.. I've got to find a place to hide you. Just for now, just til it's over."

I start to weep. I can't help it. Just thinking about being away from you, even for a minute, is like a dagger in my heart.

" Don't, don't do that " You say, a little harshly, " I don't want to do this, but I gotta." You hold me, and touch me, making me feel a little better. We sit there awhile, cuddling, as you think.

" I know a place. It's god awful, but it's safe, and it's only for a couple of days. I promise, B."

I bite my lip to keep from crying again. I've got to be brave, I know that. But it really, really hurts thinking about it.

" When?" I ask, my voice low.

" Not now, later, when it's darker, and there're not so many people out." You pull me down, and hold me close. " Sleep now, baby. Just sleep." I snuggle closer, and soon drift off to sleep.


I awaken later, to your shaking.

" C'mon, B. Wake up, we gotta go!" You hold out some clothes, not the ones I wore. " Sorry, your duds are kinda shredded. Hope these fit." I slip into the jeans and tank, wincing as the cloth hits my back. I look down critically, and realize that the tank is more than a little loose. But then, I don't have your boobs to fill it. I sigh, and get up. I find my boots, and slip them on, and we're gone.

Night, late night in Sunnydale. It's quiet, and dark. Hardly anyone is around, except for the drunks and vamps. My hand itches for a stake; instinctively I want to go hunting. But it's no time for a fight. We're on the run, we've gotta lay low.

We come to the business district of Sunnydale, and we weave through the back alleys until we come to an old abandoned building, dilapidated and grungy looking. I look at you, but you've stopped, and are breaking the lock on the door. You wave for me to follow.

We enter, and you stop, shining the flashlight you brought around. Satisfied, you take my hand, and pull me along. We go down some stairs, and then I realize where we are. The old Sunnydale Police Department. This is the holding tanks for the drunks, or it used to be, before they built the new station.

" What the fuck?" I ask, incredulous.

" Shut up!" You say, harshly, "this is the only place I could think that no one would look for you," You take the key ring you snagged from the front desk, and try the keys til you find the right one. You open the cell, and wave me in. I look at you, but your face is set in stone. I look inside, seeing the old mattresses, and the toilet in the corner. There's a ring on the wall, and at first I don't understand what it's for.

You pull out a long length of chain, and put it through the ring. On the end are manacles. You grab me, and while I struggle a little, you cuff them on me. Tightly. You release me.


" What're you doing?" I say, holding up the manacles. They bind my wrists, but I don't care right now. I want an explanation.

" Sorry but it's got to be this way."

" I won't run away, Faith. I promise! " I get on my knees, " please, baby, don't chain me up like a dog!"

" I'm sorry, Buffy, but I can't risk it. I can't risk you changing your mind when things start coming down. You're mine now, and I'm not gonna lose you. I know you, B, and you'll be stupid and try to save some idiots, and get yourself killed in the process. So, for now, this is what you gotta do."

"Faith , I promised. Don't you trust me?"

" Not on this, Buffy. I know you too well. It won't be forever. Just until it's over."

" Faith, please !! "

" No !! "

" Faith… what about? I mean… a girl has needs…"

You walk over to toilet, and flush it. " This works"

I look over, and see a roll of toilet paper, and a glass. For the sink by the toilet. I look at you.

" You planned this, didn't you?" I said, feeling betrayed. " You already knew, somehow you already knew!"

You walk out of the cell, and close it. You turn the key in the lock. You turn to me, and smile.

" Yeah, I knew, B. You've been my bitch for a long time. I just waited for you to get it." You beckon to me, and I obey.

" Who are you?" You ask, softly.

" I'm your bitch, " I say flatly, the truth hitting me like bricks.

" Who am I?" You ask.

" You're… my goddess," I reply, tonelessly.

" Who do you belong to?"

I hold up the manacles . I'm not smiling.

" I'm yours ".

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Fin.