style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
finds her place.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>A
fable of no importance whatsoever.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Pairing:
Buffy/Giles; Willow/Giles; Faith/Buffy
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Summary
: Buffy Summers, called to be the Slayer, is new in Sunnydale. What adventures
will she find there? A/U.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Warnings:
D/s, BDSM
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Rating:
NC-17
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Spoilers:
Oh, right. Like this really happened in the show. Sure.
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Legal Disclaimer:
The characters appearing on the shows
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" are strictly the
property of Fox, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc. Any and all original
characters created by the author are the sole property of the author. The
Author makes no attempt to make money nor usurp the rights of the original
copyright holders to said characters.
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===
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
this is weird!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
Summers stands on the front steps looking at the main building of Sunnydale
Academy. Her hands are on her hips, and
her head is cocked to the side.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Never
seen a school like this before," she mutters to herself, giving it a good
look.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
school looks less like the cookie cutter suburban high schools she used to, and
more like a medieval stronghold. The building itself appears to be made out of
stone, stretching back into a "T" shape with round towers abutting
the crossbar of the T.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
gate itself is formidable, at least 12 feet high, solid brick with what appears
to be spears at the top.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Did
I like wander onto the set of "Return of Frankenstein" or something?
Sheesh. What next? Some hunchback dwarf running around screaming "It's
alive, it's alive?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Even
more wiggins-worthy is the student body itself. Well, the way the student
bodies are dressed, anyway. Everyone is dressed in a drab beige uniform; the
girls in what looks to be loose fitting jumpers belted at the waist with skirts
that barely cover their behinds. The boys wear what appears to be something
standard in every bad kung-fu movie she's ever seen. Loose fitting ghi's with
drawstring pants and belted jackets.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Somebody
quick, call the fashion police. I see major assault on anything even close to a
fashion sense! She stands for a moment, watching the
students scurrying around like ants, almost running to get to class. She
shrugs. Guess it must be the school uniform. Great. I'm going to look like
crap in that. Never mind the updraft factor! Man, this is so gonna suck!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
starts up the steps, almost making it to the top when two men, dressed in
skintight black uniforms step in front of her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Where
do you think you're going, dressed like that?" The first man, blond,
almost Nordic looking, addresses her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"To
class?" She says. Hmmm… kinda cute. But what's with the remarks? Did he
learn his manners in Nazi Summer camp? What's with the uniforms?
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Like
that?" the second one, dark hair, dark eyes, hawk-like face barks.
"Dressed like some cheap whore?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Excuse
me?" Buffy looks at her outfit, puzzled. What's wrong with my outfit?
Just because I didn't shop at Tasteless R Us like the rest of the kids. She's
dressed in a dark mid thigh skirt, white blouse and knee-high lace up boots.
Not like I'm showing anything.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"I'm afraid you're in violation of school
dress code," the first man barks, giving her the once over—twice.
"Such slut wear is not allowed on this
campus."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Slut wear? Wait a minute, Helmut. I'm new
here, you know? When my mom registered me, no one said anything about
dress," she looks at her clothing again. "Nothing wrong with what I'm
wearing."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Sure there isn't… if you're tricking on street
corners." The second man sneers, his sharp, hawk like face breaking into a
lewd smile. "We don't encourage such trash around here, missy."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Back off, Roger. Didn't you hear her? She's
new." The first man turns to Buffy, and puts on what resembles a smile.
"Sorry, Roger is rather… overzealous at times. Of course, since this is
your first day, you haven't been to Orientation yet. Name, please?"
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Summers. Buffy Summers." Buffy says,
getting a major case of the wiggins, with a side order of the creeps. "Orientation?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Oh, yes, I see your name on the list,"
he shakes his head. " Ahhh, you're one of those… tsk, tsk. Transferred in
from L.A., I see. Or as we like to call it, Cesspool by the sea." He
lowers his clipboard. "Well, not to worry. I'm sure once you go through style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>your Orientation, you'll fit in fine
here at Sunnydale Academy."
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Uh, Ok…" Buffy is getting a very bad
feeling about all this.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
Do I want to fit in here at Sunnydale Academy? What does he mean 'one of
those'? "Ummm… so,
where is this 'Orientation'? Where do I go?"
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>The man with the hawk-like face seems to have taken
a sudden compelling interest in Buffy's mammary glands, almost burning a hole
through her blouse with his stare. He looks up briefly to answer.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"I see you have a star by your name. Well,
that explains a lot. You've come to the wrong entrance." He shakes his
head at her obvious stupidity," Ok, well, nothing to be done about it now,
I suppose. Go through the double doors behind us, and walk straight down the
hall towards another set of double doors. That is the library, wherestyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> your style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Orientation
takes place. Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT vary from that path. Do not stop, do
not talk to any students, and do not enter any of the classrooms along the way.
Is that perfectly clear?" His eyes wander back down to Buffy's breasts.
"Otherwise, you will be subject to discipline."
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
Geeze lecher much? Major creep-out here!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Yeah, got it. Straight down the hall to the
library."
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Good," the blond man says, who has
joined his mate in staring at her breasts.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>They stand there for a moment, no one doing
anything. Except Buffy, who feels gooseflesh creeping on her arms as the two
keep staring at her.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
Geeze, could I feel anymore naked? "What're you looking at?" She asks, defensively, crossing her
arms over her chest.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Well?" The second man says, not
answering her, "What're you waiting for? Get going!"
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy, feeling slightly violated, starts towards
the door. The two men, standing barely far apart enough for her to pass
between, do not move as she approaches. Ok, creepier and creepier. Gosh, what kind of school is
this? She squeezes past
them, barely, and starts towards the door when she feels a hand squeeze each of
her butt cheeks. She whirls around.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"HEY! Watch the hands!"
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>But the two are turned facing out, away from her.
She stands for a moment, then backs towards the door, not wanting to take any
chances that a repeat performance will occur.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>She reaches the heavy oak doors leading into the
school, and pushes on them, expecting some resistance. Much to her surprise,
they open easily, and before she can blink, she's inside the school. The doors
slam shut behind her.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>She jumps, and turns, wondering if the Nazi twins
had followed her in. Seeing nothing, she turns around, and pauses.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Whoa, check it out!" She murmurs.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>She's in a long hall. The walls, like the outside
of the school, are made of large, heavy stones, buttressed by bare wood beams.
The ceilings are 12 feet high, and hanging from the ceilings are a long
straight row of lamps. Even so, the light emitted from the lamps barely light
the huge hallway. Along the sides of the halls she sees a series of doors on
each side.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Must be the classrooms, I guess." She
scans the door, and cocks her head to the side. "Are those iron
bars?" Each door has a small window in it, covered by what appears to be
bars. Like the bars you'd see in a prison.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Ok, I think I've seen enough, thank you very
much. Time for this blonde to take her butt home." style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>No way I'm going to school here. I
don't care what mom says about it being the only school in town. Maybe we can
arrange home schooling.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>She turns and walking back to the doors she
entered, pulls on the handles. They don't budge. What the heck? She pulls harder, with no success. Locked. They doors are locked. What in the heck is going
on around here, anyway? What if there's a fire or something? Do we like, burn
up?
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy, getting beyond wigged, entering the land of
scared, feels her heart beating rapidly in her chest. This is wrong. Majorly
wrong on so many levels. She pulls harder on the doors; still,
they don't budge an inch. Ok, getting out of here, now! She starts
banging on the doors, using all of her slayer strength.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Nothing.
They don't budge, and no one comes to open them.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
stands there, panting a little from the effort and the feeling of panic welling
up in her chest.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Ok,
this is nuts. Totally bogus. I gotta get outta here!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
looks around, but doesn't see any windows, or any way to escape. Man, this
is the scariest High School I've ever been in.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Ok,
what did Helmut and Siegfried say? Go to the library? The doors at the end of
this hall? Ok, there's got to be someone there. Maybe they can let me out of
this place!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
takes a couple of deep breaths to calm down, then walks slowly down the long,
dark hallway. She almost trips a few times over the rough stones passing for a
floor. Why do I keep expecting the Wolfman to jump out from the shadows and
make kibbles out of me? Each step makes her heart beat faster, and her
breathing shallower and harder. Still, she's determined to get to the bottom of
this place… which, by the looks, would be the dungeon Ick!… and find a
way to get the heck out of here!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
comes to another set of massive wooden doors. On each side of them is a wall
sconce, casting strange shadows and a little more light on the doors
themselves. Over the doors is the legend 'Library' carved into the stone walls.
On each door is a large knocker.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
pauses for a moment, staring at the doors in front of her. Do I really want
to do this? Ok, do I really want to get the heck outta here? Oh yeah!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Grabbing
one of the large iron rings of the knockers, she pounds out a tattoo on the
door.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
door slowly opens inward, revealing the interior of the library. Buffy passes
through the door.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hey,
thanks…" she trails off when she realizes… no one was at the door to open
it. Oh, man. Ok, I swear! I'm so giving up horror movies!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
enters the library, and as before, the doors shut behind her. Ok, really
gotta stop with the creepy guys. She walks in, and for the first time since
entering the school, feels a slight sense of relief.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Like
the hallway she just passed, the room is tall, with ceilings at least 20 feet
above her head. Huge seems to be the watchword at old Sunnydale Academy,
She thinks as she looks around.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>However,
except for the size, the library looks.. well, like a library. There are lamps
everywhere, throwing bright light to illuminate the corners. Windows adorn the
walls, and sunlight streams merrily into the large, cheery room. Tables with
lamps, computers and chairs are everywhere. At the front sit the checkout and
return counters. And of course, there are the ubiquitous shelves upon shelves
of books. There is a staircase leading to an upstairs, which displays yet more
rows of bookshelves.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Well,
this is better. At least this doesn't look like a refugee from Castle Dracula!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Buffy wanders around a bit, looking for
someone to help her.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hello!"
She calls out, not too loudly; the silence of the library is well ingrained in
her from years of being shushed by nervous librarians. "Anybody
here?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hello,"
A soft, cultured voice comes from behind her. Buffy nearly jumps out of her
skin.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Anybody's
here," She say, turning to see a tall man, wearing a tweed three piece
suit and wire rimmed spectacles looking at her. "Who're you?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
I might very well ask the same of you…
Miss…Miss…?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Summers.
Buffy Summers."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
yes, indeed! I've been expecting you," He pulls what appears to be an old
fashioned pocket watch out of his vest pocket. "You're somewhat tardy,
Miss Summers."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Uhhh…
yeah, well… ummm… I didn't know I was supposed to come here?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
see. Yes, very unfortunate. Didn't Mr. Flutie, the principal, give you any
information when you registered?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
actually, I was sick that day. My mom came down and enrolled me."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Dear,
dear. That means we'll have to start from the very beginning." He takes a
look at her, and shakes his head. "You manner of dress will simply not do
in the future, Ms. Summers. There is a dress code at Sunnydale Academy, and
everyone is expected to follow it to the letter, without exception."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I…
I didn't know. Sorry."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes,
well, I do apologize for the lack of information on my colleague's part.
However, we do have a few spare school uniforms in the back, just for such
contingencies." He sizes her up. "I'm sure we can find something that
will fit you, until you have a chance to pick up some uniforms on your own."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Uhhh…
thanks."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"A
pleasure, Miss Summers. After all, we are here for the student's welfare."
He smiles warmly.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
returns the smile, grateful for what appears to be the first friendly,
human-like person she's encountered since coming here.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
let's move on, shall we, Miss Summers? Do you mind if I call you Buffy, by the
way?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
that's fine," Buffy smiles. "Buffy's fine."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Very
good, Buffy. Well, let's see," Giles turns his back, and walks towards the
check out counter. "We'll need to issue your books and supplies of course.
And, being the Slayer, you will of course require special 'supplies'."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Excuse
me? S-Slayer?" Buffy stammers. How'd he know that? "What's a
Slayer?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
now, Buffy. There's no need for subterfuge with me," Giles turns to her,
leaning upon the checkout counter. "I'm your Watcher, assigned by the
council to train you."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
thank god!" Buffy says in a rush. "I thought my secret leaked out
already, and I just got here."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
I assure you, Buffy. You're secret is safe with me."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
smiles. She smiles.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"As
a matter of fact, I've worked to have you assigned certain periods to the
library. That way, we have more time for your Slayer training during the
day."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Really?
You mean I get out of class? Cool!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Miss
Summers…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
remember?" Buffy smiles.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Miss
Summers," Giles says. "I realize you think your sacred duty as a
slayer is somewhat of a joke."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
yeah. I'm big with the yuks when fighting those pesky vampires."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
really don't believe sassing back is required, Miss Summers. This is serious.
You are the slayer. The one born in every generation…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"…
to fight the vampires, yada, yada, yada. Got it, Giles."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
I fear you don't 'got it', as you butcher the Queen's English as casually as
you approach your sacred duty."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Look,
Giles, there is nothing 'casual' in my attitude about fighting vampires and
demons. I'm the Slayer…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"And
I am your watcher, and you will do as I tell you, Miss Summers. First of all,
you will address me properly."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Huh?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"We'll
discuss that later. I've looked over your record from that school in Los
Angeles, and I must say it's rather abysmal."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hey!
I was fighting the forces of darkness. Can I help it they took it wrong?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Indeed.
And I suppose it's wrong that you tended to be rather… oh, what's the word…
lippy when it came to your Watcher. I've gone over his notes, and his review of
your work, and I fear it's sloppy."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Sloppy!"
Buffy feels her anger rising. "Hey, tweed boy, I'm the one out there every
night risking my life. Nothing 'sloppy' about it. Sloppy gets me dead."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
could do much better, much better indeed. You lack focus. You lack…
discipline."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hey…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
crashes his fist down on the counter. Buffy jumps.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That
will be quite ENOUGH out you, Miss Summers. Merrick, your former watcher, may
have gone easy on you, but you will find we do things quite differently here in
Sunnydale!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That's
for sure," Buffy replies. But there's a slight quaver in her voice. "I
mean, this place is totally weird."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Is
it weird to believe in discipline and order, Miss Summers? I think not."
He places his hands behind his back, and crosses over from behind the counter.
"I believe, Miss Summers, it's time we begin your Orientation
session." He walks over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Excuse
me, but take your hand off my shoulder," Buffy says, shrugging him off.
"I think I've had enough. I think I want to go now…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"And
I think you've said more than enough for the moment, Miss Summers."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
brings his hand from behind his back, and he has a stun gun. He presses it to
her neck. Buffy's body quivers like a fish on a hook, then her eyes roll up in
her head, and she faints.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
looks down at the body lying prone on the floor at his feet, and he smiles
gently.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes,
indeed, Miss Summers. I do believe it's time you get with the program."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
bends over and picks up the unconscious girl. Lifting her, he carries her up
the stairs in his arms.
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===
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Uhhh…
what? HEY!!! What's going on here?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
regains consciousness to find herself in another room. She tries to move her
arms and legs, but finds herself unable to move. The light here is dimmer
than in the library, but she sees enough to know she's draped over a vaulting
horse, her arms and legs chained to the floor. She is positioned so she is
facing the horse, pressed against by a chain wrapped around her waist. She
can't move at all!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Nervously,
she looks around, and her heart sinks. There are various devices that look like
they escaped from a medieval torture chamber. A vertical rack is prominent,
along with what looks like a chin up bar, with restraints. What the hell
kind of place is this? Next to that
is a large X shaped device with hanging chains. The walls are lined with
various 'corrective' devices: Whips, floggers, a variety of switches, and other
things she doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Completing
the 'décor' is a couple of desks, tables and bookcases. So, what? He comes
back here to eat his lunch while… ok, don't think about that. Think about how
the hell you can get outta here!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
pulls on chains, trying to break them, or tear them out of the floor. No luck.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Great,
Summers, really great. What've you gotten yourself into now? God, what kind of
monster is this guy, anyway?
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Almost
as if cued, Rupert Giles enters the room. He's still wearing his tweed suit,
but he's removed the jacket. His sleeves are rolled up, and he's carrying a
long tubular device, looking like a rod with a split tip. He sets the device
down on a table close at hand.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>What
the hell is that? What the hell is he going to do with it?
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What
the hell is going on around here?" She whines, still struggling against
her chains.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
hello again, Miss Summers. You’re awake. Did you have a pleasant nap?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Nap
my butt! You … you shocked me!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes,
well, I'm afraid you left me no choice. You were being willful and defiant.
That simply will not do, Miss Summers."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
struggles against her chains. She lets out a string of curses.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
now, Miss Summers. Language! That kind of filth isn't necessary," Giles
says firmly, " You may as well relax. Those chains are made out of pure
titanium. Even with your legendary Slayer strength, I fear they are more than a
match for you. Now just lie still while we begin your Orientation."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Orientation?
What kind of sick pervert are you? Do you get your jollies torturing
girls?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Miss
Summers, you still don't understand, do you? This is not for my benefit. This
is for your salvation."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
god, you're some kind of religious nut. Figures, I should've guessed it when I
saw this place." She still struggles with the chains, even though she's
beginning to believe it's hopeless. "Well, Reverend Nutjob, once my mom
hears what you're doing here, she's going to have the police down on your sick
ass…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
I don't believe so. You see, your mother is quite onboard with this."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"WHAT?!?!?!"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes.
Mrs. Summers indeed has been despairing exactly what to do with you, Miss
Summers. Over the past few years you have exhibited quite the… how do you put
it? 'Tude, I think. She is beyond tired of your willful defiance. Frankly, she
almost jumped at the chance to place you here when she saw the wonderful
results we produce at Sunnydale Academy. So, she quite willingly signed the
necessary legal forms to allow us to use our methods on you."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
MAD! You're all a bunch of Loony Toons!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Mad?
Is it mad to want to bring some order and discipline to this chaotic world? I
don't believe so, Miss Summers." Giles sets down items he's carrying on a
desk, and walks over to the front of Buffy. He kneels beside her, bringing his
face level to hers. "Now, Buffy, I understand that right now you're upset.
You think we're all about hurting you. Nothing could be further from the truth.
We want to help you, Buffy. You're mother, myself and this school.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
spoke extensively with your mother, Buffy. Basically, you'restyle="mso-spacerun: yes"> a good girl, Buffy. Inside you is a
compliant, happy girl just screaming to get out. In this world gone mad, you
believe you have to be obnoxious and sarcastic to get by. All we're going to do
is show you there is another way. A way that will free you from the
responsibility of making decisions you don't want to be bothered with in the
first place. All we want to do is give you the freedom to be the happy girl you
so long to be."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"
But to do that, we have to break you down, break through this layer of rebelliousness
you've developed, and rebuild you into the real you. We need to tear you apart
so we can make you the Slayer I know you can be , and the woman you were born
to be." He reaches out, stroking her cheek. She recoils. "Sometimes
my dear, that requires some pain. But it's little cost to the eventual
happiness, the utter fulfillment you'll
feel at being the true you."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Get
your hands off me, you perverted creep!" She spits at him, landing a wad
of saliva on his cheek. "If I get outta this, I'm gonna rip you a new
one!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
sighs, and standing up, wipes his cheek with his handkerchief.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
see you're going to be quite the challenge, Miss Summers. Let's begin." He
walks over to the desk, retrieving the long tubular device he brought in.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Walking
behind Buffy, he touches the tip of the cattle prod to her naked thigh. She
stiffens on the horse and screams.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"STOP
IT! THAT HURTS YOU BASTARD!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
sorry, what did you call me?" Giles asks, voice harsh.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"BASTARD!
BASTARD, BASTARD, BASTARD!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
I'm sorry, that's wrong!" He takes the prod again, and touches it to her
other thigh. She wriggles and screams again.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Bastard,"
She whines. Her voice is quavery this time, and her eyes are overly bright.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
that’s wrong. You will address me from this moment forward as Mr. Giles. Is
that clear?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Screw
you, you fuc… OOOOHHHH" She lets out another scream as the cattle prod
hits her under her skirt, on her butt cheek.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Miss
Summers… Buffy, this will go so much easier if you just learn not to be so
defiant. Now, what do you call me?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Mr.
… Poophead!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
that's very wrong." He shakes his head, moving the tip to the crevice
between her cheeks, and touches the tip just below her rear opening.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"AAAAAWWWWWW"
She screams, the pain shooting through her body. Her body spasms, pulling
against the chains binding her hands to her feet.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
Buffy, again. How do you address me?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
looks up at him, her gaze slightly glazed over.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Asshole…"
She says softly, almost whispering.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
frowns, and comes around in front of her. He squats down beside her.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Why
do you have to be so headstrong, Miss Summers? This will go so much easier on
you if you'd just learn. Quit fighting it, Buffy."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
just glares at him. He sighs, and
stands up. Lifting her blouse, he touches the cattle prod to her back.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
jerks involuntarily, letting out an anguished screams. She lays limp on the
vaulting horse. He lifts her head gently, looking into her eyes. He sees the
tears welling up there.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
I really don't want to hurt you. Please, just address me properly, and we can
move on."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Her
bottom lip quivers. His voice is soothing, almost like cool water on a hot day.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"M-Mister…
Giles…" She stammers.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
immediately smiles warmly at her, gently caressing her hair. Somehow, it feels
like a small balm to her soul.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That's
good, Buffy. Very good. You see? You don’t really want to be that sarcastic
young woman, do you?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
just stares at him. Her lips tighten into a frown.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
answer a question when it's put to you. Do you really want to be a defiant,
willful girl?" He holds up the cattle prod so she can see the tip. He
presses the little button on the side, so the voltage arcs across the tips.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
shakes her head, somewhat reluctantly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That's
good, Buffy. I'm very pleased. I don't believe we'll need this anymore, do
you?" He holds up the prod again.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
shakes her head again, this time more vigorously.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That's
a good girl." He smiles, and turns
to hang up the cattle prod. She sticks out her tongue at him.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That
kind of behavior is not encouraged, Miss Summers." He lifts a paddle off
the wall. "Not encouraged at all."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>How…
how'd he see that? He couldn't have seen that!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
didn't see that, Buffy. I didn't need to. I know you, and what you'll do, even
before you think to do it. I suspect you stuck your tongue out at me. Is that
so?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
lays there, not saying anything.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
takes the paddle, and whacks it hard against his hand. He shows no sign of it
affecting him.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
noise however, makes Buffy cringe involuntarily.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
ask again. Is that so, Buffy?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Y-Yes,"
She whispers. God, what is your problem, Buffy? Are you going to let this
jerk scare you? style="mso-spacerun: yes"> "Yes, I did. So what're you going to do
about it?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
at least I'm glad you were truthful." He walks around, and goes behind
her. He lifts her skirt, and pulls off her panties. " However, it's that
kind of rude behavior, Buffy, that we need to work on."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"W-What
are you going to do?" She asks, defiantly. Yet, along with the defiance is
mixed other emotions. She feels fear, not knowing exactly what he'll do, and
strangely, a sense of warmth. Almost pleasure, at his attention. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
going to paddle you, Buffy. One stroke for every year of your life. To
symbolize how wrong your life has been up to now."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"P-Please.
Please don't hit me. Look, I promise, I'll be good. I won't cause any trouble,
if you just let me go, ok? I promise!!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Ah,
Buffy. You still don't understand. We need to do this, because we care about
you. If we didn't care, we wouldn't bother."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
brings the paddle down on her tear shaped ass.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>WHACK!!!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"OOOWWWW!"
Buffy cries out. The force of the blow causes her hips to thrust forward,
pressing her mound against the body of the vaulting horse. She feels tingles
course through her body as tears spring to her eyes.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>WHACK!
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"OWWW,
OOOW, OWWW OOOOWWWW!" Her ass wriggles under the blows, rubbing her mound harder
against the vaulting horse. Along with the pain, she begins to feel a perverse
sense of pleasure. The tingles become stronger, flowing from her center and
reaching every bit of her.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>What
is wrong with me? She wonders as she feels the blood
rush to her nipples, causing them to harden. Worse, from her point of view, she
feels a strong reaction in her mons, as if … style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>WHACK,
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
rains the blows almost mercilessly on Buffy's bare ass, her hips wriggling
under the pain.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>No,
no, NO! She screams internally as she feels the
tell-tale dampness between her thighs. NO!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"OW!
OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" She cries out, her ass glowing red
from the paddling. Her hips are now bucking wildly against the side of the
vaulting horse, and her pussy lips have grown a deep pink from the friction and
from the blood flowing to her mound. She begins to leak copious amounts of her
honey.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
well, look at this," Giles says, coming behind her. He strokes his finger
over her slit, and she gasps…in pleasure. He walks over in front of her, and
shows her the finger.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
think someone has been a bad girl. What do you think, Buffy?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
looks up at him, her eyes almost glowing angrily. Still, she can't help
panting.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
think you're a sick fuck, Mr. Giles" She replies angrily. Still,
her tone is husky, almost sultry.
"Open your mouth, Buffy" He jams the finger against her lips.
"Clean this up."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
resists, keeping her lips tightly closed. He squeezes her nose shut, and in
less than a minute, she gasps for breath. He jams his finger into her mouth.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
is about to bite down hard on his finger when she tastes her juices on his
finger. It sends a shiver through her body. Not of disgust, but of lust. Oh,
god, I AM sick! She moans to
herself, yet she finds herself licking his finger clean. She opens her mouth,
releasing his finger. She looks away in shame and self disgust.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
don't," He says, gently. "Don't be ashamed of what you feel. It's
part of you, the part that wants to get be good, wants to obey. Don't fight
those urges."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Leave
me alone. Can't you just leave me ALONE!" She almost screams the last
part. Her voice is choked with tears and disgust.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
can't leave you alone, Buffy," Giles says, almost regretfully. "You
fight so hard to hold onto something that's so wrong for you. I need to make
you realize that it doesn't have to be this way." He lightly touches her
shoulder. Her head whips around, and she glares at him. "Why can't you
just be yourself, Buffy?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"This
IS me!" She almost growls it out.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Buffy, you're wrong. This is a disguise. Something you created because you
believe the anger you feel makes you strong. It doesn't, Buffy. It makes you
weak. Let me make you strong, really strong."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
looks at him. A small part of her, a part long repressed, wants to believe him.
Wants to embrace him, and hide in his arms. She pushes that down.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
insane, and I'm not buying into it."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
shakes his head sadly. Without warning, he slaps her hard across the face. Her
eyes go wide with fear.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
told you, Buffy, when ever you address me, you refer to me as Mr. Giles. Is
that so hard to learn?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"N-No,
Mr. Giles," Her voice mixes defiance with an almost childlike quality.
"I get it, Mr. Giles."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
frowns. "I guess you know what's going to happen next?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Y-You'll
p-punish me again?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
nods curtly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
have to agree. I don't believe you've learned your lesson yet, do you?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
no sir! Not at all, Mr. Giles. I need more… discipline." Her voice is
sarcastic.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
sighs, eyes narrowing slightly. Why does she have to be so bloody pig
headed?
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
do," he says, harshly. He grabs her face suddenly and roughly. He glares
at her. "If I have to beat your bottom raw, and bloody your back and legs,
I'll do it. Not because, as I'm sure you're thinking, Miss Summers, that I'm a
sadist, but because if I don't, you'll never be anything but a useless, spoiled
child!"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
feels something she's never really felt before. Fear. True fear. She
swallows hard, and despite herself, shivers.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
grabs her hair, and jerks her head up.
Her eyes have are like saucers in her face. Her bottom lip is trembling.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
Miss Summers, I need to unlock your shackles. Can I trust you to not do
something stupid, or do I need to stun you again?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
stares in his eyes, seeing his resolve. Something buried deep inside her swims
up to the surface. Go with it, let him do it. Don't fight it, get it over
with!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>No,
I've got to fight. I've got to!
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Don't,
just accept it, just let it happen.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
realizes something suddenly. She wants this. She needs this. She needs the
pain, to quench the deeper anger and pain inside herself. Trial by fire. If
I get through this, no one can ever hurt me, ever. She grits her teeth. No
one can touch me ever again!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Or
maybe, that small hidden voice says quietly, style="mso-spacerun: yes"> you can find some small sense of peace. You
can let go of the anger, and be happy…
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>SHUT
UP!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>All
this flashes through her mind in an instant. She looks up at him, then down.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
you won't need that. I'll… I won't try anything." Her voice is soft,
compliant.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
notes the change, and a small smile tugs at his lips.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Good,
very good, Miss Summers." He bends down to release the shackles.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
lays across the vaulting horse limply, offering neither help nor resistance.
She watches as he unlocks her chains, her face expressionless.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Stand
up, Buffy," Giles says, and she complies quickly. She looks at him
expectantly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Now,
remove your clothes, Buffy."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
blushes furiously. Despite her sophisticated, knowledgeable air, she's very
innocent almost to the point of prudishness concerning her sexuality. She's
never been naked in front of a man before.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,"
She says, softly and defiantly. "I won't"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles,
without a word, strides over to Buffy. He grabs her hair and pulls roughly,
snapping her head back sharply.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
gave you an order, Buffy, and I expect to be obeyed. Without
question." Reaching into his
pocket, he pulls out his stun gun. He holds it where she can see it. "If
you don't comply, I will do it for you, and I promise you, it won't be
pleasant. Now, remove those clothes." He holds the tips of the stun gun
mere inches from her face.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"All
right, I'll do it," She gasps, her breath short. Her body shivers again;
again, it's not fear but something else, something sexual running through her. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles pulls
sharply on her hair. "I don't believe I heard you correctly, Miss
Summers"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
realizes her mistake. "Mr. Giles."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Better,"
he says, releasing her hair, and stepping back a pace.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
begins to undress slowly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
know what you're thinking, Miss Summers, and you're wrong. This has nothing to
do with sex. This symbolizes your submission. Clothed, you're defiant. One
becomes less so naked."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Right,
you old perv. Sure.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Still,
she undresses, removing blouse, then her boots. She reaches around, and unhooks
her brassiere. She stands there a moment, holding it against her breasts. She hesitates
a moment, in fear.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Not
fear of punishment, or even of Giles. A part of her, a part that is growing
stronger, wants him to like her. Wants him to like what he sees. Like a lot of
girls her age, she's very unsure of her body, realizing she doesn't meet an
unrealistic ideal plastered on TV and magazines. She doesn't want to disappoint
him.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Strange
as it seems, she wants his approval. Despite what's happened, she wants him to
like her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,"
Giles senses her hesitancy. "It's all right. You're safe here."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
allows her bra to fall to the floor. She quickly unzips her skirt, allowing it
to fall and puddle at her ankles. She steps out and away from it.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
stands before Giles stripped to the skin. Her hands itch to cover herself, yet
on another level, she wants him to see her. Really see her.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
looks her over slowly. Her skin appears to be soft and pink, unblemished. Her
waist is narrow, and flairs into round but not overly large hips. Her legs are well
proportioned for her size, athletic and toned. Her feet are small, and well
shaped.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He walks around her, noting how her ass
curves into a tear drop shape, swelling fetchingly from the small of her back.
It is still red from the recent punishment he inflicted. Her arms are toned,
but not overly so, retaining a feminine slimness. Her breasts are a pert, about
the size of a small softball. They are topped by small pink nipples. Her hands
are small and thin, almost childlike.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
are a very attractive young woman, Buffy," Giles says softly, with
appreciation.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
can't help the blush that suffuses her body, nor the shiver she feels at his
obvious approval.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>What
are you doing? What do you care what he thinks? style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>But
she does. More than she wants to admit.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Come
here, Buffy."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
walks over, feeling very naked. She stands in front of him, eyes down.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Before
she can protest, he slips a leather collar around her neck. It's attached to a
longish gold chain.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
looks up at him, but the fight seems to have left her body along with her
clothes. She stands there quietly, accepting the collar without comment.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
notes the change, and quietly tugs on the chain. For a moment, she doesn't
understand, thinking it's a new torture. Then she moves closer to him.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What
have you learned, Buffy?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
briefly glances at him, her eyes flashing. Then she looks down, remaining
silent. Her fists are balled at her side.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
see," Giles says, and he does. She's still angry, still resisting.
"You still believe it's punishment."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Isn't
it, Mr. Giles?" She says, her voice harsh but low. "Isn't that what
you're doing?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
doesn't answer, he just shakes his head sadly. He tugs on the chain.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
follows silently as Giles leads her to what appears to be a large wooden cross
turned on it's side. Hanging down from the points on the X are manacles bolted
to the wood by large bolts. At the floor cross are ankle restraints. He pulls
on the chain, but she stops a couple of yards away, and won't come closer.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
sees the collection of whips, floggers, quirts, and crops adorning the walls
around the crooked cross. She feels her heart thump in her chest, and she feels
a strong sense of panic.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
sees the fear in her eyes.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Come
here, Buffy," He says firmly, but without harshness.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
hesitates, looking at the cross and the toys surrounding it. She doesn't budge.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Come
here," Giles repeats, more insistently. He pulls hard on her collar.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Stumbling
a little, she finally comes closer. He can see she is shivering. He closes the
gap between him, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Almost
against her will, she leans into him, shivering violently.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Why
do you want to hurt me?" she says in a little girl voice. "Why do you
hate me, Mr. Giles?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
Buffy. I don’t hate you in the least," Giles hugs her gently. "I want
to free you, Buffy. Don't you see that yet? All this is to strip away that junk
you've built up. You can't be happy, always having to be defensive and
suspicious, can you?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
wants to believe him. A growing part of her wants to just let go, but she
can't. She just can't do it. She balks, backing away.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
stop!" Giles orders her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
does, staring at him with fear in her eyes.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
your destiny is the slayer. You'll have to face a lot of things you'll fear.
Things you'll want to run from. But as the slayer, you don't have that choice.
You have to face it, and fight and defeat that. Just like now." He tugs on
her chain. "Come here!"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy's
mouth tightens, but she walks to him. He leads her to the large tilted cross,
and pushes her against the cross members.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
lifts her arm up, and clicks the manacle closed around the wrist. Repeating it
with the other arm, he then kneels and sets the ankle restraints. As he closes
them around her ankles, he can feel the shudders running through her body. He
stands, and gently strokes her back.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
feel of his hand on her soft skin seems to soothe the frightened girl. Warm
tingles emanate from where his hand strokes over her. The fear she feels seems
to seep out of her, replaced by a feeling of primal heat. Despite herself, she
feels her body tingles grow stronger, shooting through her to her very core,
and suffusing from there throughout her body. She whimpers softly; no longer in
fear but in need.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>I
shouldn't feel this! It's wrong, so wrong. After what he's done I should be
sickened by his touch. God, what's happening to me?style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
moves away towards the wall, and he's rewarded by a soft moan from Buffy, who
already misses the warmth of his caress. He picks a medium sized crop, and
walks back to Buffy.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
her body tightly stretched against the wood of the X, jumps when she feels the
tip of he crop caress over her back and buttocks. She moans softly, shaking
with fear and anticipation.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
comes up to her, and slips a ball gag over her head. He ties it tightly around
her, stuffing the ball in her mouth.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
afraid, Buffy, because you again show signs of being defiant, I will have to
add strokes to your lesson. You must learn that when I ask you to do something,
it's for your own good, and you must obey without question."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
rears his arm back, and with a practiced stroke, lashes the crop across her
back. Buffy squirms, her body rubbing against the lacquered wood of the cross.
But her cries are cut off by the gag in her mouth.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
pain of the lash is sharp, and unable to moan, Buffy feels it even more. A second
strike across her back feels even sharper, and she wriggles hard against the
cross.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Slowly,
a pressure seems to build up in her, and the actual strokes seem to intensify
it. Along with the pain comes a fiery pleasure, as her mound and breast keep rubbing
against the wood. Slowly, the pain seems to subside, as the pressure builds up
in her core. She feels and smells her own excitement trickle down her thighs,
as her body begins to respond to her mounting excitement. Her teeth bite into
the ball of the gag, and slowly, slowly the pressure builds to the exploding
point.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Before
that happens, the lashing ceases, and she feels the loss, intensely. Her body,
her muscles, writhing under the crop suddenly relaxes, and she hangs loosely
against the restraints holding her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
doesn’t know what's happening to her. Her emotions are all awhirl. This is
wrong. This is wrong! Her mind keeps telling her, but her body is
overwrought sexually, so close to the edge that her nerves are almost jumping
under her skin. She's beyond thinking at the moment. She can only gaze dully at
the wall.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
comes over, and gently removes the gag. Buffy moans loudly.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Shhh…
it's all right, Buffy," Giles gently strokes her striped body. Buffy
trembles under his touch, her moans becoming louder.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Taking
the handle of the crop, he draws it slowly up her thigh. More trembling as her
hips start to roll against the wood, her mound smearing the wood with her
copious fluids.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>When
the handle touches her nether lips, Buffy gasps loudly, and her head falls
back, letting out a terrific groan. Giles gently pulls the crop back across her
exposed slit, and Buffy begins to shake in earnest. He does this a few more
times, each stroke eliciting an appreciative moan.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
replaces the crop with his fingers, and begins to slowly caress his charges
soft, moist pussy lips. She pants and groans. She tries to thrust down on his
fingers, but he almost teasingly keeps them out of reach.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"AAAAAHHHHH"
She screams when Giles suddenly plunges two digits into her tight pussy. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
pushes on her back, forcing her against the cross. He pumps her slowly at
first, and the pain from the cuts on her back mixes with the intense pleasure
his fingers are giving her core. Finding her nub, he uses his thumb to rub
against it, all the time increasing his tempo with his fingers.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>It
doesn't take long for Buffy, already stimulated by what's happened since she came
to this school, to shudder violently. Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave,
flowing over her and drowning her in a combination of pain and intense release.
She cries out, and stiffens, her muscles gripping against Giles' invading
fingers again and again. Her hips hump up and down, and finally, her whole body
just goes limp.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
gently withdraws his cum drenched fingers, and moves closer to Buffy, gently
caressing her with his dry hand. He
leans in and whispers softly.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"It's
not only about pain, Buffy. It's about reward. You're rewarded when you do
well, and you've done well." He holds the cum smeared fingers to her lips.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>This
time Buffy doesn't hesitate. Almost greedily, she opens her mouth, sucking in
his fingers, and cleaning them dry of her honey. Her pink pointed tongue slips
out of her mouth, liking his hand, searching for any stray drops. As he
withdraws his fingers, she licks her lips, for any final taste.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
moves to remove her restraints, and she almost falls into his arms. He gently
lifts her, and carries her over to a table, where he sets her down on her
tummy.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
lay there unmoving, her muscles feeling like rubber. She's never felt anything
like what happened, and her brain still can't process it. All she can do is lay
there, body limp, embroiled in the feelings and emotions whirling inside her.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
sees his shadow fall across her, and she tenses. She waits for the blow; she
sighs when she feels his hands, covered in an antiseptic salve, rub over her
back, buttocks and legs. The cooling salve quenches most of the fires caused by
her wounds. She murmurs softly.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Thank
you," She whispers, grateful for the relief.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Does
that feel better?" Giles asks, solicitously. His hands are still moving
over her, rubbing the salve in.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Much,"
she sighs, softly. She finds she's not only finding relief from his massage,
but enjoying the way he's touching her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
feels something slipping away from her. Her hold on the beachhead of her anger
is weakening, and she feels herself being swept away into an ocean of
contentment.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She's
beginning to see Giles not as a pervert, or a monster, but as a man. A man that
sincerely wants to help her. She's not convinced entirely of his methods, but
she has to admit that she feels different. She aches, and her body stings still
from where the crop cut across her flesh. But the anger she expects just isn't
there.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
feels something poke her in the side, and looks down.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Oh
my god, he's turned on. Look at his pants. She feels a
giggle deep in her tummy, and bites her lip to suppress it. Wow, he's … big.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
has a sudden urge to see it. "M- Mr. Giles" Buffy says
softly. Her eyes are glued to his crotch.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hmmm?"
Giles asks, still massaging the young woman.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Ummm…
are you ok?" She asks, "I mean… that looks rather
uncomfortable…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
looks at her, seeing where she's looking. A small blush comes to his cheeks.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Buffy. I assure you, I'm quite fine," Giles says, feeling a little
foolish. "As I said before, this is not about sex. This is about
discovering the real you trapped inside."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"It
looks like something else is trapped, needing to be freed," She looks
almost longingly at his crotch. "I really don't mind helping you
out." Oh my god, did I just say that? When did I become super slut? She
shivered, not because she was cold. Her whole body was stimulated by his
massage. The fact that he's turned on is making it even worse for her. She
licks her lips unconsciously.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
sees the lust in her gaze. He feels his own stimulation from touching her, and
the rest of what has happened. Still, that is not the objective here.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Thank
you, Miss Summers," Giles drops back into formality, "but there are
more important things to be done."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
tenses. "You're not going to… hurt me again, are you?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Buffy. I believe you've been through enough for now. Have we accomplished
anything? Have you learned anything?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
really trying to help me, Mr. Giles? You really aren't just trying to hurt me,
you're really trying to help me. Is that right?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
smiles warmly, and pats her bare fanny with affection.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
can't believe how much that pleases her. She feels a warm glow suffuse her
body.
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===
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
door opens to the training room, and two figures approach the table.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>A
woman in a dark cloak, with long, wavy brunette hair is followed closely by a
taller, slim redheaded woman in an off-white cloak. At first, there seems to be
no connection between them until the light glints off the gold chain leading
from the redhead's neck to the brunette's hand. They move to flank Giles,
standing just a little behind him.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
caught unawares, suddenly sees the two women by Giles. She moves away a little,
trying to hide behind Giles. She looks down and away, not really wanting to see
them.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"So,
this is her?" the brunette asks shortly, looking at Buffy who is cowering
behind Giles.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
startled, looks up, seeing the brunette woman scrutinizing her closely. She
suddenly feels even more naked.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
doesn't look like much to me," the brunette comments, a slight smirk on
her face.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
tries to cover herself, blushing furiously. She looks away again.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
"I'm glad you showed up,"
Giles addresses the brunette, "We were just finishing up
Orientation."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
see you've been enjoying your work again, Mr. Giles," Faith says, taking a
glance at the bulge in Giles' crotch. Her eyes wander over to the hiding Buffy.
"Maybe there's more to this one than the obvious."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Faith,
I believe that will be quite enough," Giles says, his voice stern.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Chill
out, Mr. Giles," Faith smiles broadly, revealing her dimples. "You've
been so excited since you learned that she…" She glances over at Buffy,
"… was coming here. I knew you'd be quite… engaged in your work." She
tugs on the chain in her hand, drawing Willow closer. "I brought you
something to relieve the tension."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>.
"She had a free period and was very anxious to see you."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Giles, smiles warmly. The fact that he's quite fond
of the redhead is lost on Buffy, as she is rather wrapped up in her own
problems.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>But it's not lost on Faith, who is observing him
quietly.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> Buffy
is growing more and more confused by this conversation. She peeks out from
behind Giles' back, stealing glimpses of the two strangers.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> "Well, I admit, seeing Miss
Rosenberg here is quite a surprise…"His voice takes on a warm tone, "
but I'm glad she's here." He looks over his shoulder, and not seeing Buffy
immediately, calls out.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy?"
He turns, seeing Buffy trying to conceal herself behind his back. He smiles.
"Buffy, there's nothing to be afraid of. I want you to meet someone."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"It's
ok?" She asks, softly. "We.. I'm not in trouble, am I?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
sorry?" Then he realizes what she's talking about. "There's nothing
to fear, Buffy." He grabs her chain, and tugs gently. She comes out
reluctantly, standing beside him.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
I wish you to meet two people who will be important to your stay here at
Sunnydale Academy. This is Faith Lehane. She's a third year student here, and a
natural Domme. She will be your Mentor, in charge of your day to day training.
I picked her especially because Faith is my best protégé."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy's
brow furrows, and she looks at Giles questioningly.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"B-But
I thought I was to be training with you. You're my watcher… OW!"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>A
small flogger has appeared in Faith's hand, and has landed stingingly on
Buffy's shoulder. She looks at Faith with confusion and some hurt.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
don't you know how to address your master properly?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Faith,
this is Buffy's first day. I believe we can give her a little
latitude…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
I'm sorry, but I disagree, Mr. Giles. Discipline must be consistent, if it's to
be effective. Otherwise, you'll just confuse the poor girl."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
arches a brow at Faith, but he doesn't correct her.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"As
you can see, Miss Summers, Faith is very devoted to what she feels is
right," He smiles at Faith, who returns the smile. "I'm certain
you'll find her to be fair. Stern, demanding, but fair. She won't discipline
you unless she feels there is good reason to." He places a hand on her
shoulder. "I wanted you to have the best Mentor available."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
looks into the eyes of the dark haired girl, and sees a smoldering passion
living there. A strong quiver runs through her, and she senses this one expects
to be obeyed without question. More, she feels for her own good, she better do
exactly that.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"The
young lady with Faith…," Giles turns her attention to the redhead,
"is Willow Rosenberg. She is one of Faith's students, and you will be
bunking with her… say hello, Willow."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hi,"
Willow smiles at the short blonde girl. She waggles her fingers at her, and
Buffy returns the wave.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Hi,
Willow." Buffy says softly, smiling. She feels an instant simpatico to
this young woman.
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Buffy turns to Giles, again looking somewhat worried.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Bunking,
as in living with?… er, Mr. Giles," Buffy adds, seeing Faith wielding the
flogger out of the corner of her eye. "I… well, I thought I'd be living at
home…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Buffy. You'll be boarding here. Sunnydale Academy is a boarding school, Buffy.
Since your family lives here in town, you'll be allowed to 'visit' home on
weekends. If you complete your studies. Or aren't on restriction. And if you
have the approval of your Mentor."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"But
my mom…!"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Crack!
The flogger comes down hard on her back. She flinches, almost jumping.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Mr.
Giles, my mom expects me home!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Buffy. Your mother knows the students live on campus. She brought by your
things earlier."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
knows?" Buffy looks around at the others. "She knows?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Yes, Buffy. She's well aware that you'll be
living here."
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Oh."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy feels too confused, too overwhelmed to react
to the news. She stands there quietly, fists balling up, not moving.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith observes her reaction, and takes action
herself.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Buffy, come here," She orders, her voice
a little sharp.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy looks at her, then turns to Mr. Giles for
instructions.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
"Willow,
Faith says firmly, " Bring Buffy to me."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Willow looks at Faith, and nods. She goes to
Buffy, putting out her hand.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"May I?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy at first doesn't know what she means. Willow
tugs slightly at her own chain, and Buffy understand. Still feeling somewhat
emotional, she hands the chain to Willow.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Thank you," Willow says, and she tugs on
Buffy's chain. Both women go over to Faith, standing before her. She hands
Buffy's chain to Faith, and moves a little to the side, allowing Buffy to be
central to Faith's view.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Buffy feels the lash come down on her, and
jumps.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"When I give you a command, Buffy, you do it
without thinking, without question." Faith says, her voice firm.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Buffy, Faith is correct. When you're given an
order by a Mentor, or one of the others in authority, you do it immediately.
It's not arbitrary. It's for your own good."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"You never, ever hesitate to do what I tell
you to do, Buffy. You do it quickly, and without thought. Am I clear?" She
stares at Buffy with her deep dark eyes, until Buffy, uncomfortable, lowers her
gaze. She shivers, those dark, intense eye burned on her soul.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Yes, Ma'am," She replies, meekly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Good. Let's take a look at you."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith pushes her back, and slowly circles her,
devouring her in her gaze. She notes approvingly Buffy's shape, and her obvious
natural athleticism. She smiles, seeing the marks left by Giles already healing
quickly. Slayer
healing, yes. Very nice… Using her
flogger, she traces the line of Buffy's back as it curves in and then back out
to her ass."Nice. You have very soft skin. I like that." Faith leans
in close, her breast touching Buffy's arm. "I think we might have a lot of
fun, you and I." She breathes her warm breath against Buffy's ear, causing
her shivers to increase. from fear and something else. Something more
heated, more primal.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith completes her circular inspection of Buffy,
and stands a bit away from her, holding the chain in her hand loosely. She
turns to Giles.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"She's very pretty," She says with a
smirk.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy blushes, feeling a strong surge of warmth
course through her blood.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"I chose Faith to be your Mentor for another
reason, Buffy," Giles says, changing the subject. "Like you, she is
from the slayer line. She is a potential, one of the girls that has lineage to
the Slayer. She essentially would potentially replace you as slayer if…"he
trails off.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"If I get dead, you mean?" Buffy says.
Faith tugs hard on her collar. " Sorry, Mr. Giles."
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Please try to remember how to address us at
all time, Buffy," Faith says calmly. "It's important."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"Yes…Miss Lehane."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>"You may call me Faith," Faith says
firmly. "Come here,". She tugs on Buffy's chain.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy comes to the brunette meekly. Something about
her elicits fear… and a strong sexual urge… in her. She feels very shy and
exposed.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith, one handed, pulls the tie at her neck, and
shrugs off her cloak.
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy gasps.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith is wearing a pair of
black leather chaps, with buckles that run up each side from ankle to hip. On
her feet are ankle boots. Almost covering her from the hips up is a black
webbed halter top that seems to be molded to her breasts. Her nipples are
hidden, barely, by round black patches. On her hip is a flogger, and she is
wearing a rather large, black strap on dildo.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
gets a strong down low tickle, and she can feel her moisture between her thighs
. She swallows hard. This has to be the sexiest woman she's ever seen. She
feels flustered, naked and very turned on.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
reaches out, and runs her finger over Buffy's front. She smiles appreciatively.
"You have very soft skin, Buffy. That's good. I like that, a lot."
Her fingers travel down Buffy's front, pausing briefly just above the thin tuft
of blonde hair that covers Buffy's mound. Then it slides over left, to her
thigh.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
whimpers softly, and a strong shiver runs through her body. Even more than Mr.
Giles, this girl is sending a strong rush of heated blood throughout her body.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"So
you're the slayer?" Faith smirks. She leans in closer to Buffy. "That
means we'll be working together a lot…" She draws her finger up Buffy's
body from her thigh to her breast. She pauses just below her breast. "I
think that might be fun." She draws the finger slowly over Buffy's breast.
Buffy shivers; her nipple swells a little. "What do you think?" style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I…
I…" Buffy is panting a little, incredibly turned on.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
grabs her suddenly, and turning her around, pulls her close.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
feels as if she's surrounded by a corona of warmth and strength. At first
tensing, she relaxes into Faith's embrace. She feels press into her back, and
she feels something slide along her thigh, slipping between her legs. When her
mind registers this as being Faith's dildo, a strong shudder goes through her
body.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
think it's going to be a lot of fun training you, Buffy," Faith breathes
in her ear. More shivers for Buffy.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
and Giles have witnessed this little display of power on Faith's part, and both
are somewhat discomfited by it. Faith has turned up the sexual tension in the
room, and both respond.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Watch
and learn," Faith breathes into Buffy's ear, her lips lightly caressing
it. She moves her head, and calls out.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Willow,
honey? Don't you remember why I brought you here?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
smiles broadly, obviously not only remembering, but enjoying the idea. She nods
eagerly.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Then
why are you still dressed?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
turns to Giles. She slips the knot on her robe, and opens it wide for his
inspection.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles,
who was already stimulated, feels the bulge in his pants increase in size and
pressure. He nods approvingly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
let's the robe slip off her, and a gasp is heard.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>It
comes from Buffy. She sees the series of crossed marks on her back, and notes
Willow's bottom is red.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Wha…?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Willow
sometimes gets a little too eager to please," Faith whispers in her ear.
"Sometimes she has to be reminded to wait until she is given permission.
Today, for instance."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow,
now completely naked except for her collar, turns to Giles. She smiles, asking
permission with her eyes. Giles beckons her closer. She comes and stands directly
in front of him, looking up into his eyes.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
smiles, and cups Willow's face in his hands. He pulls her closer, and leans in
to kiss her. Willow seems to melt into him.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
watches, feeling jealous and excited at the same time. She feels Faith push
into her, pressing her breasts into her back and her 'cock' harder against her
mound. The heat in her center, already smoldering by what's happened, builds
into a low, hot flame.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
like that, Buffy?" Faith whispers in her ear. "Does it make you
excited?" She pinches Buffy's nipples, eliciting a soft moan. "Oh,
yes, I think it does."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
breaks the kiss, and gently pushes on Willow's shoulders. Willow eyes seem to
light up as she kneels down in front of her master. Her whole body almost wiggles
in anticipation of pleasing him.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Go
on, Willow, show Buffy how good you are," Faith encourages the redheaded
sub. Willow turns and smiles at Faith, basking in the approval of her Mentor.
She turns back, and with a practiced ease, unzips Giles' trousers and unbuttons
them, slipping them down to the floor. Pulling on the waistband of the boxers,
she slips them down his legs, to pool at his ankles.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles,
stimulated by all that's happened, is fully erect, and his 9" cock springs
proudly into view. Willow cups it gently with her hands, and rubs her soft
cheek along the length of the shaft.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
sighs, enjoying the way Willow seems to relish this. He caresses her hair with
his hand.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Look
at her, Buffy," Faith whispers softly. "She's very good at this.
You'd do well to pay attention." But she can tell Buffy doesn't need
instruction; Her whole body is slowly writhing in Faith's arms. She's very
turned on by what she's witnessing.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
shifts her grip, holding the erect shaft slightly up with her left hand. She
slowly traces her tongue from root to tip, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from
Giles. When she reaches the tip, she gives the bulbous head a soft kiss, using
her tongue tip to tease the small slit in the head.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>A
gasp is heard, but it doesn't come from Giles. It's Buffy, her faced flushed,
wriggling harder against Faith. Faith reaches up, cupping Buffy's breasts
roughly. Buffy gasps again, and pushes back against Faith.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"This
is turning you on, isn't it Buffy?" When Buffy doesn't respond, Faith
pinches Buffy hard. Buffy moans. "Doesn't it?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yesss,"
Buffy hisses.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
wish it were you, don't you Buffy, doing that?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
yes, oh god yessss."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
gently lifts Giles' shaft with her hand, and sliding on her butt, places
herself between his legs. She gently begins to lick his scrotum.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
yes, very good, Willow. You're most excellent doing that," Giles pants,
encouraging her on.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>But
she doesn't need much encouragement. It's obvious she's both practiced at this,
and enjoys doing it. She gently takes one of his testes in her mouth, and sucks
on it.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Both
Giles and Buffy gasp, simultaneously, and Faith chuckles softly. Her hand slips
off Buffy's breast, and rubs slow circles on Buffy's tummy. She begins to rock
her hips slowly against Buffy, causing her dildo to rub against Buffy's nether
lips. Buffy pants.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow,
done sucking on Giles' balls, comes back around, and begins coating his cock
with her saliva. She licks up and down, paying special attention to the little
ring right behind its head. Giles groans deeply, appreciating Willow's skill.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Isn't
she nasty, Buffy? A really nasty little thing," Faith whispers in Buffy's
ear. "And I can tell you first hand, she's as nasty with girls as with
boys." Faith slips her hand lower on Buffy, beginning to rub her mound.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
the image of Willow doing that to her, groans softly.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
gently grabs Giles cock in her hand, and opening her mouth, slowly moves down
on it. Down, and down, and down…
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
my god," Buffy sighs, her body on fire from watching and Faith's actions.
"She's going to swallow him whole!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
just chuckles, rubbing herself against Buffy as her fingers find her slit. Another
loud gasp is heard out of Buffy as Faith begins to stroke her lips.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow's
head bobs up and down on Giles shaft, and her hands are rubbing almost
obscenely over his thighs and ass. She makes happy mewling sounds as she
continues to pleasure him.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
groans lustily, feeling the pressure building in his scrotum. He runs his hands
through Willow's hair.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow's
hand slides up the back of Giles' thigh, and as her head bobs up and down in
front, her pinkie slips up Giles' crevice, finding his rear hole. She gently
inserts it.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
witnessing this, is writhing harder against Faith. For her part, Faith has
begun to bump her groin against Buffy's soft and lovely ass, causing her strap
on to press harder against Buffy's leaking lips.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
very wet, Buffy," Faith whispers softly in her ear. "I think you need
more. Do you need more, Buffy?" She licks a line along Buffy's neck with
the tip of her tongue.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yesss…
god yessss, I need sooo much more."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes,
what?" Suddenly, Faith pinches Buffy's side very hard.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"OW!"
Buffy cries, but the pain only deepens the insane pleasure she's feeling. Her
voice is shaky, and throaty. "Yes… Miss Lehane?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Mmmm,
that's better," Faith coos, and her thumb strums over Buffy's clit. Buffy
almost jumps out of her skin, then leans back even harder into Faith.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
begins with evil intent to pump her pinkie in and out of Giles' rear. Giles
almost bellows, and it takes every bit of his willpower not to come in Willow's
mouth. He wants to place his seed in somewhere else, however.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Willow…
stop… I want to…" Giles seems to have lost that excellent command on the
Queens English. "I need to …"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
understands. She gently withdraws her mouth from Giles rock hard cock.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What
do you want, Buffy?" Faith murmurs. "Tell me, ask for it."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
want… I want…" Buffy hesitates to use the F word.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Tell
me, Buffy," Faith growls softly. She pinches Buffy's thigh.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
want… need you too… ohhhh…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Fuck
you, Buffy?" Faith pinches her nipple. "Is that what you want? Tell
me!"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yesss…
please, Miss Lehane, fuck me… I need you to … fuck me…"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Call
me Faith, baby," Faith pinches Buffy's nipple.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"God,
p-please fuck me, Faith," Buffy hisses, her heat building rapidly.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
brings her hand up, gently caressing Buffy's tummy. She purrs softly in her
ear.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"See,
that wasn't so hard to say, was it?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"N-No…."
Buffy's need is building beyond bounds. "Please, Faith… Please… fuck
me…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Get
on your hands and knees lover. And raise that pretty ass nice and high."
She gently pushes Buffy away.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
has turned around, laying her head on the ground as she presents herself, ass
up, for Giles' pleasure. She shivers in anticipation and pleasure, waiting for
Giles to claim her.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
pauses a moment, to drink in the sight before his eyes. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
feels a strong affection for the slender redhead giving herself to him.
Affection, and something deeper. Something strong, and something forbidden by
the Council's rules. Something he's felt growing since he first laid eyes on
the girl over a year ago.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
was a difficult one, and it had taken a long while to finally break her. He'd
spent long nights with her, and her Mentor at the time, Sarah Thomas, another
adept who was in the Mentor ranks. During that time his feelings for her,
Willow, had deepened and flowered, and now he found himself feeling more than
simple lust for the sweet girl. Much more.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>He
moves forward, and placing his hands on her hips, he feels the familiar shiver
that indicates how much she wants this. He presses the tip of his cock to her
lips, and she thrusts back, breaking the barrier between them.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
in unconscious imitation of Willow, presents herself to Faith, spreading her legs
wide to gift her access to her most intimate spot.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
smiles at the sight of the small blonde woman before her. She feels her own
mound dampening seriously behind her strap on, and knows that she will have a
lot of fun teaching this nubile girl the pain and pleasures of being the
perfect submissive. Lots of lessons, and many rewards are in store, and Faith
looks forward to it with some pleasure.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
pulls out her flogger, and stokes the tendrils across Buffy's ass. Buffy
shivers, and thrusts up.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
wants it, Faith chuckles softly. Oh, man, she really
wants it!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
raises her arm, and flicking her wrists, causes the tendrils to bite across
Buffy's ass; not enough to mark, more to sting. Buffy moans loudly, yet Faith
can see her fluids leaking even faster. She strokes her a few more times, then
holstering the flogger, she moves forward.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
and Willow moan in concert, as the lovers' bodies move in concert, rocking in
the rhythm of mutual pleasure. Both are enwrapped in each other, and enraptured
in the pleasure they share. The moans grow louder as they both circle closer
and closer toward their orgasms.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
rubs her hand over Buffy's reddened, slightly bruised bottom, enjoying the
quivering her touch causes Buffy. She slides her long plastic cock between her
thighs, coating it on the natural lube her lover provides.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
moans in pleasure, the pain Faith giving her only making her more needy, more
intensely wanting he to take her, take her roughly and completely.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
places the tip of the long dildo at Buffy's nether lips, and she gently pushes
forward. She suspects she'll find a little something extra within Buffy, and
pushing forward, meets resistance, confirming her suspicions.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
a virgin, aren't you Buffy?" Faith asks. She slips her hands over Buffy's
thighs, to her breast, cupping them.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Y-Yes,"
Buffy says, whimpering. Her need is total and absolute. "I… I'm
sorry." God, please, don't stop now!
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No
need, Buffy," Faith says. She grabs Buffy's hair, and pulls her head up
and back. With one quick, brutal thrust, she breaks through Buffy's hymen,
taking her cherry and causing her exquisite pain.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
screams, not expecting this, and then groans deeply as the pain simply makes
her crazier with lust. She bucks her hips, wanting Faith's 'cock' deeper inside
her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
grabs Buffy roughly, and begins to thrust her cock in and out of Buffy rapidly,
almost brutally.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
no longer cares. She's limp in Faith's embrace, loving the pain and the
exquisite pleasure it slams through her body. Her mind whirls in a fog, and her
body responds to Faith's intensity. As the pressure grows within her, signaling
her imminent orgasm, she gives herself over to Faith's control. She wants this.
She NEEDS this.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
begins rock her body in time with Faith's thrusts, pushing back as Faith moves
forward, driving her cock deeper up into her. She can feel her vaginal muscles
tightening and relaxing, trying to grasp the invader and hold it in it's
velvety embrace.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
reaches up around, and cups Buffy's breasts, kneading and pinching them
roughly. This elicits more moans from Buffy, as the pain and pleasure are all
mixed in her foggy mind. She can't tell the difference any longer; both send
her higher and higher.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Finally,
as if a dam bursting under the pressure, she comes, her juices almost exploding
out of her as she groans a deep, animalistic scream.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Her
body stiffens suddenly, and she sees colors and lights she's never even
imagined before. Her whole brain feels as if it shatters into tiny fragments,
and thought and worries and cares seem to submerge into the bursting waves of
her pleasure. She can't see, hear, think or speak. All she can is feel the
intensity of her orgasm.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Finally,
her muscles give, and she collapses into a heap on the floor, pussy still
clinging to Faith's ever hard 'cock'. Faith moves with her, scooping the limp
girl and holding her almost like a child in her lap, softly caressing her skin,
almost cooing into her ear, holding her against her body.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
clings to her, and that alone tips the scales for Faith as she feels her own
orgasm wash over her. The power and control she has over the smaller woman
causes her to come harder than she remembers coming in a very long time.
Holding on to Buffy, she shudders and shakes her way through her own ocean of
sweet pleasure.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Over
and away from them, Giles is cuddling Willow, who is clinging to him. She holds
his softening cock within her, refusing to let it go. She loves the way it
makes her feel. Complete and whole and loved.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Both have that soft sweet look on their faces
when they look at each other. They kiss, the kiss affectionate and soft and
loving. Here, in this tiny moment, they can express their feelings for each other.
Feelings that apart, they have to deny.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
recovers first, letting Buffy go and gently pushing her away. Buffy tries to
hold on, but Faith is adamant. Buffy lets Faith's dildo slip from her, and
crawls off of Faith's lap. She starts to stand, but still feeling weak in her
legs, crawls away.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>That's
when Faith sees it. Blood mixed with Buffy's cum around her lips.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
stop!"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
stops immediately, staying on her hands and knees. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
comes over, and inspecting her, realizes it's just the aftermath of her loss of
virginity.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Willow!"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow's
head turns towards Faith, and seeing her expression, immediately untangles
herself from Giles and comes to her.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
points at what she sees, and Willow looks at Buffy. She looks up, concerned.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Is
she ok, Faith?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes,
she'll be fine. We should her to a bathroom and get her cleaned up."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Is
everything all right?" Giles, dressing, is coming towards the others.
"Is Buffy all right? Did you…" He looks at Faith.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
was a virgin, Giles. She…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Say
no more," He stops her. He turns to Willow, his expression softening.
"Could you take her and be sure she's quite all right?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Of
course, Mr. Giles," Willow says softly, her eyes almost glowing her love
for the man. "I'd be happy to."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'll
go with…" Faith turns to Giles, "Just to be sure everything's
ok…"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
Faith I want you to stay here."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>For
a moment it looks like Faith is going to argue with Giles, but then she backs
down.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>By
this time, Willow has gotten Buffy on her feet. Buffy looks a little dazed, as
if she's in shock. She leans heavily on the taller girl.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Well,
what're you waiting for?" Faith snaps at Willow. "Get her taken care
of."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"O-Of
course, Miss Lehane," Willow stammers. She turns Buffy towards the door.
"C'mon, Buffy."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
looks at herself, and stops.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I…
I can't…I can't go out there like this," Buffy says quietly to Willow.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
turns to the others.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh
for goodness sake," Faith says impatiently. She goes over to where she
dropped her cloak, and picks it up. She walks over to the girls, and drapes it
over Buffy. "Put your cloak on too, Willow." She walks back towards
Giles.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
retrieves her cloak. Putting it on, she walks to Buffy, helping the girl out.
The door closes quietly behind them.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Was
that truly necessary?" Giles asks, his arms crossed over his chest.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What?"
Faith looks at him, not understanding.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That,
all of that. The way you treated Willow. And Buffy."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What
do you mean?" Faith seems genuinely puzzled.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
treated Willow rather rudely, when all she was trying to do was help Buffy. And
I saw what you did to Buffy."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy?
What did I do to Buffy?" She shakes her head. "She wanted me to,
Giles. She asked for it."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No
doubt, with your assistance," Giles says. "But, was she ready for
it?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
wanted it, Giles!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"That
doesn't give you the right to grope her like some toy, Faith," Giles says
sternly. "And, it wouldn't have hurt for you to be a bit more
compassionate, after. She needed to be held."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"We're
not supposed to form attachments. Not this early, Giles. That is your rule,
remember?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
sorry. How did you address me?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>It
takes a second for Faith to catch on, then she lowers her eyes. "I'm
sorry, Mr. Giles."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Better."
His eyes glance down at her waist, looking at the dildo. "And would you
remove that thing, please, while we're talking? It's rather annoying."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
reaches down, and loosening a few snaps, removes the dildo from its carrier around
her waist. She places it carefully on a table.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
reminded me of my rule about attachments, and you are correct. Partially.
Attachments at this early stage of training are not to be encouraged. The
student has to learn to accept discipline, and not form emotional ties to
anyone giving it to them. However, that doesn't rule out compassion,
Faith."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
still looks puzzled.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"It
was her first time, Faith. That's very traumatic for a young woman, especially one
who's just gone through discipline. It wouldn't have killed you to hold her for
a little longer, rather than shove her away. On that same vein, there was no
need to treat Willow poorly. She was merely doing what you asked of her."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
was standing around looking blank, Mr. Giles. When I give her an order, I
expect it to be carried out!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
was, Faith. You were too impatient with her," Giles comes over to Faith,
standing in front of her. "She's not a slave, Faith. Do you understand
that? The enemy makes slaves of its soldiers. We don't."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"She
has to learn to obey, Mr. Giles. She's too eager, sometimes. She needs to learn
protocol."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"And
you need to learn to be more compassionate towards your charges, Faith."
He puts a hand on her shoulder. "I chose you to be a Mentor, Faith,
because in your evaluations you showed a natural capacity to lead. You're
devoted to what your responsibilities are, but it's not just about rules. You
have to develop a sense of caring for your charges, Faith. They look up to you
for guidance, and it's your job to give it. You have the hardest job, Faith,
you realize that?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Faith
tightens her lips. "Yes sir."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Part
of that job is remembering your charges are people, and at times, you need to
look beyond the rules to guide them. They have needs, too, Faith, and it's up
to you to see they're met."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes
sir," She repeats, staring straight ahead. She's not looking direct at
him.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Giles
sighs, and reaching over, turns her head towards him. He looks her directly in
the eyes.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
not angry with you Faith. I'm merely suggesting you have to consider more when
you act in your role as mentor. You lead by example. I wasn't lying to Miss
Summers when I said you were my best student, my protégé. You've come a long
way in a short time. I'm merely working to make you better." He smiles
warmly at her. " It won't be too much longer when you graduate from here,
and go onto your final stage of training in London, Faith. I am sure they will
be more than happy to stuff your head with rules and regulations. I just want
to be sure that your magnificent heart isn't lost in the process."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes
sir," Faith responds, softly. There is a shine of pride in her eyes, and
the tiniest blush to her cheeks.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"One
more thing, Faith?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Sir?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"While
I don't personally mind you being a bit flippant with me when we're alone, I
would prefer you keep a modicum of respect when we're in the presence of
others? They look to you as to how to respond to the faculty, and if they see
you being less than respectful, they're bound to emulate you."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
sorry, Mr. Giles." Faith grins ruefully. "I'll be more careful in the
future."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
have no doubt," Giles assures her. Not many, anyway. "Now,
about Miss Summers."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes.
The Chosen one."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>A
shadow of a smile plays over Giles' lips as he detects the faintest note of
jealousy in Faith's voice.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Indeed.
Which means, she is going to need special care under your care, Faith. That's
why I chose you, because I trust you to train her properly. She needs to be
disciplined, that goes without question. But she can't be broken. She needs to
have that sense of spirit when she enters the fight."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"How
could the PtB choose her as the Slayer?" Faith blurts out. "She's a
kewpie doll. She's… tiny."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
really don't think it's up to use to question the reasoning of the Powers, do
you?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
sir," Faith says, chastised.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Whatever
the reason, she is the Chosen one. You will be working with her, a lot. You're
strong and quick, Faith. But she will be stronger, and quicker. Remember that.
You, and the other potentials, are to follow her lead in the field.
Understood?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes
sir. Will there be anything else?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Are
you in a hurry to be elsewhere, Faith?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"No,
sir. I just thought perhaps I would go check on Buffy…"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Commendable,
but unnecessary, Faith. She will be back shortly, and it's important that she
and Willow bond."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
don't get that, Mr. Giles?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Willow
is an adept of some power. Some of her testers say she's one of the strongest 'naturals'
they've come across. She will play a pivotal role in this Slayer's career. More
than one seer has told me that."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,"
Faith says, looking at the door. She moves around a little restlessly, finally
settling on a chair. "How long do you think they'll be?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>You
really like this one, don't you? Giles tries hard to
suppress a smile.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Soon,
Faith. Would you like some tea while you're waiting?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
===
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
and Willow reach the bathroom, Buffy still leaning on Willow. style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
pushes open the door, and leading Buffy to the sink, helps her up on it. She
goes over to get some paper towels.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
really think she likes you," Willow says, grabbing some towels from the
dispenser. "She was pleased with you, I could tell."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
wets some of the towels, then comes over, loosening Buffy's robe. She starts to
spread Buffy's legs when Buffy shudders, and seems to come alive.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Don't"
She pushes at Willow. "I can do that. Just… don't"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh…
ok," Willow says mildly. She hands Buffy the towels. Walking over to a
mirror, she sheds her robe, and turns, so she can inspect herself. "Darn.
She can get so rough sometimes. Still, she's the top Mentor, you know?"
She turns to Buffy, and smiles. "You're lucky, getting her, just coming
in. I mean, everybody wants to be her student. I had to wait 6 months before I
could even get considered." She makes a face, seeing how bruised her butt
is, and then turns back towards Buffy. "So, Buffy, what kind of classes
you like? I mean, what do you like to study, you know? Cuz I'm sure we'll have
some classes together, and it'd be neat if…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What's
wrong with you?" Buffy says, almost harshly.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What
the hell's going through your head. You're acting like nothing happened back
there…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
looks at her, genuinely puzzled. "Of course something happened back there.
I mean, it was great." She smiles.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"God,
how can you be that way? You're acting like everything's normal. Like
you do that every day."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
no, not every day. I mean, I only get to see Mr. Giles a few times a week, if
I'm really lucky."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Are
you listening to yourself. Can you HEAR what you're saying? This ISN'T NORMAL!
School isn't about getting beaten and then…" Buffy shudders. She walks
away from Willow, towards the stalls.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy?"
Willow follows after her.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Get
away from me, you loon!" Buffy
sits on the toilet, holding herself. "I can't believe this, any of this.
This is a NIGHTMARE!" She begins to shake. "I can't believe my mom…
my own mother… put me in this place!" She covers her face with her hands.
Her shoulders shake, and Willow can hear a sob or two escape.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,"
She reaches out, placing a hand on Buffy's knee.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Just
go away, just GO AWAY!" She cries out. She crunches herself back in the
stall, as if trying to get away from Willow. "God she must hate me so
much. She must despise me, putting me here…"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
please listen to me." Willow scrunches herself into the stall with Buffy,
and as gently as she can, puts an arm around her. "I know you're scared
Buffy. And angry. And hating this, really hating this, right?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
doesn't answer for the longest time. Then, with a tear choked voice, she
speaks.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
remember, Buffy. When I first came here, I hated it to. I thought my parents
were like the worst ever. Totally evil."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You're
so lying," Buffy says accusingly. "You act like this is the most
normal thing in the world. Like this is where you want to be."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
now. But not when I came here. I hated it. I was so angry, so … it took awhile
for me to see what was really wrong."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
everyone's a nutjob," Buffy says, sniffling.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
back then, I'd agree with you. Really. But Buffy, that wasn't what was wrong.
I… me, the me I was pretending to be, that was wrong."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"What're
you babbling about?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
smiles. "Faith says that about me too. When I get nervous, I start going
on and on about stuff, because I guess I'm still afraid to just let things be
quiet, you know? Though, god, not like before. Before I ran on and on for no
good reason at all, just because someone asked me something. Like, I had so
much to say, and no one to say it to, that I stored it all up and it just
rushed out willy-nilly not making too much sense, except to me who it made
perfect sense, but I could tell looking at others that they were like
"Huh?" and then I'd have to try to explain it to them and they…"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Stop!
I get it, I get it," Buffy, despite herself, giggles. "God, do you
always go on like that?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
used to. Not so much anymore. Well, sometimes. Wait that's not the point. The
point is Buffy, I get it, I get how you're feeling."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I'm
feeling sore, and beaten and… I hate this, all of this."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
did too, Buffy. When I came here, I thought it was like they were torturing
me." Willow reaches out, taking her hand. "I don’t feel like that
anymore, Buffy. I feel… so good now, about myself, and everything."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
looks at her like she's mad.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
know, it seems impossible now. I didn't believe it, either." She sighs.
"Before I came here Buffy, I was totally screwed up."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Oh,
unlike now, of course."
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Funny.
You're funny," Willow smiles at her. "Buffy, before I came here, I
was like a total geek. A loner with no friends, a like big brain, you know? I
mean, I'm still a big brain, but that was my thing back then. I'd walk through
school, and people looked at me like I had a third eye in my forehead. Know
what I mean?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
nods. She's gotten her share of those looks. More than her share.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"When
I came here, I was so screwed up. I thought I had to be this image of what
everyone expected of me. I had to be tough, but soft, too. I had to be street
smart, but not too street smart. I thought anyone touching me for any reason
was totally wrong. I thought crazy stuff. Stupid stuff."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"I
hated this place right off the get go. I rebelled, I thought they were
torturing me. I thought my parents were sadists. I thought everyone was crazy!
I fought back. I was so mad, I even bit Giles on the finger!"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Really?"
Buffy remembers how she almost bit Giles. "Me too."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"It
was like, how could they do this crap to me? I thought they were trying to turn
me into some kind of sex slave or something!"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
exactly!"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
that's not what it's about. Not at all." She leans in closer, hugging
Buffy close. "I'm so much happier now, being here. I'm so free now. I
don't have to hide behind a wall of toughness and hate and anger. I can be me
now. Willow. I don't have to be something I'm not anymore."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
doesn't say anything. She just frowns.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
think about it. Were you really happy before? Didn't you ever get tired of
being what everyone expects you to be? Don't you just long to be what you want
to be? I mean, deep down, do you really like the persona you put on? Does it
feel real to you?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
looks away, as if she doesn't want Willow to see her eyes.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Buffy,
don't you wish sometimes you could be somewhere where they don't force you to
act against your instincts? Do you like having to be hard and tough and on top
of it every second of the day?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"N-No…"
Buffy admits.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Wouldn't
it be nice, if you could be that softer side of you? The side that likes to
please others? The side that doesn't have to worry about every little
thing?" She drops her hand down to Buffy's leg, rubbing her thigh
reassuringly. "That sweet girl I can see right now, that just loves to be
cherished and loved, and doesn't have to be hard and cold and aloof?" She
leans in closer. "Don't you wish that… a lot?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
turns to her, eyes brimming with tears. "Y-Yes…?"style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Shhh…
I know. I know it hurts, to really admit it. To dig that deep and find that
part of you. The part you have to hide and neglect, because people would hurt
you, right? If you let them see it?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
nods, not trusting her voice.
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Here,
you can be her. The gentle you. And no one will hurt you, or attack you for
being her. Here, you're protected, and nourished, and encouraged to be you,
Buffy. You'll see that everyone cares about you, wants to help you. Wouldn't you
like that?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yes…"
Buffy leans over, pressing herself against Willow. She clings to her as the hot
tears roll down her face.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Willow
holds her against herself, stroking Buffy's hair as she cries softly in her
arms.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy,
after a few minutes pulls herself together. She pulls away, rubbing her eyes
with the back of her hand.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"God,
so embarrassed," She says, a little defensively.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Don't
be," Willow says softly. "It's ok to cry."style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She
takes some tissues, and daubs Buffy's eyes gently.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Feeling
better?"
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
I am" Buffy smiles. "Thanks."
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"You
ready to go back now?"
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>Buffy
nods. The two of them squeeze out of the stall, and help each other back on
with their cloaks. Looking in the mirror, they take care of any last minute
unnoticed disasters.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Do
you really think she liked me?" Buffy says, checking her face.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'> style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>"Yeah,
I do," Willow smiles.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>The
two turn and leave the bathroom, chatting about this and that like two old
friends.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>As
Buffy heads back to the room, she comes to a realization.style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>This
is my life now. What does that mean? Where am I going from here?style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>She's
not sure, but she's ready to find out. But later.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>I
have time to figure this out. This is my life.
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style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style"'>My
destiny.
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Fin
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