Pleasing A Goddess

Pleasing A Goddess

“She’s quite intransigent!” Faith cringed at Willow’s enraged screech. When Queen sounded like that it was usually Toy who paid in tears. “Ever since he died, she’s been uncontrollable, just will not listen! No matter what we offer her-.”

”Owww!” Faith squealed when Queen walked in and kicked her knelt pet in the stomach, doubling the naked plaything up.

“She’s not interested!” Queen snatched a hold of Faith’s long mane and yanked her head back. “You, you little bitch get downstairs and into your shackles. I am not in a good mood!”

Kennedy giggled and poked her head through the kitchen door. “Before you start whipping the skin off our slave’s back, you might think about showing her just what benefits one can get as a member of the Council.”

“Oh yes,” Queen smiled as she stared down at the submissive beauty, “what a very good idea.” Queen snatched hold of her chin and pulled her head up, inspecting her like she was a piece of horse-flesh. “Of course, she’ll have to be attired appropriately.”

“Oh!” Kennedy let out a cry, the true Slayer grinning. “It was my idea, let me dress her.”

Willow tutted before sighing and nodded, a regretful look on the red-headed witch’s face. “You know I can never refuse you anything.” Willow ruffled Faith’s hair affectionally. “Alright then, get her ready.”

“Thanks Will.” Kennedy strode into the lounge and sat down, spread her legs and unfastened her skirt. “Hello bitch.”

Faith looked down. “Hello Mistress.”

“Get over here and lick my cunt while I decide what to do with you, bitch.”

Faith wordlessly crawled over to the Slayer and began kissing and licking her way up her owner’s smooth, supple legs, the true Slayer responding to every lip caress with a low moan. Faith put her hands on Mistress’ knees and kissed her way up the Slayer’s sleekly-muscled thighs, her nostrils appreciatively filling with the lesbian’s cunt smell. “Ooooh,” Kennedy moaned as the broken Slayer’s tongue darted and danced between her thighs, her butt bouncing excitedly on the leather chair. Faith grunted but didn’t resist when Kennedy grabbed her head and pushed her face down into her sweet-smelling crotch. The submissive beauty knew what was expected and began lovingly kissing the Slayer’s neatly-groomed crotch, smothering it with gentle lip caresses before starting to cat-lick the now moist labia, the receiving Slayer shuddering and grunting with every lick. “Ooooh, oooh.” Faith’s tongue thrust inside her opening, tasting the delights contained within before darting back and out, then diving back in. In and out, jack-hammering the panting Slayer’s pussy into a wet, quivering mess. “Oh yes, oh yes!”

Willow giggled, Faith could smell the witch’s pussy juices as the former nerd fingered herself watching Faith serve. “How wonderfully trained,” Willow purred. “I’m so proud of my creation.”

Kennedy’s back arched, crotch bumping against the servile beauty’s face when Faith nipped her throbbing clit with her teeth, cunt juices squirting out and splattering the busty brunette’s face. “Ooooh,” Kennedy sunk back onto the chair with a contented purr, her glistening body quivering as Faith continued to lick and kiss, serving until told otherwise.

“So.” Willow straddled Faith’s back, moist pussy streaking the small of the Slayer’s back as the red-haired witch reached under her and began playing with her tear-dropped tits. “Have you thought of any more about her costume?” Faith wriggled as Willow pinched and tugged on her nipples. “Still!!!!”

Faith would have mumbled an apology, but for her mouth being full of cunt. So she kept licking and kissing, and trying her hardest to ignore the growing discomfort in her tits. “Ohhh, oooh,” Kennedy panted while stroking her hair, “I have a few ideas.”

“Oh goody.” Willow gave her tits an extra firm squeeze and torturous twist before climbing off. “Let’s get her dressed then.”

Faith crawled behind her owners as they led her into her room and opened up the wardrobe. “Now let’s see,” Kennedy grabbed hold of the once bombastic beauty’s hair, pulled her close, and stuck her head on her ass as she searched through the packed wardrobe, the younger Slayer moaning as Faith’s tongue slid into her ass crevice and began gently poking at her anus’ rosebud. “Oh, that girl,” Kennedy giggled before finally pulling away. “Toy, on the floor, legs apart.”

Faith quickly pulled her head out of Kennedy’s ass and laid down. “Good girl,” Kennedy approved before kneeling between her legs. Faith groaned, rippling ass rising from the carpet, when Kennedy drove a needle through her belly button and sadistically twisted it, making the Slayer’s full lips part in a pained whimper. “Hush.” Kennedy giggled before taking the needle out and hanging a golden ring from her pierced belly-button, then taking a gold beaded chain and fastening it around her waist and through her piercing, the metal cold against the once-sassy Slayer’s flawless skin.

“We’ll leave you with that collar I think,” Kennedy tugged on her black leather collar before trailing her fingers down to play with Faith’s tits, the Bostonian moaning with every grope, every thumbing of her stiffening nipples. Kennedy reached up and pulled a black PVC bra on the Council plaything, the centre of the bra cut out so that rather than covering the sultry pet’s centre-fold quality tits, her melons were pushed out and made to jut even more. “Doesn’t she look lovely?”

”Delightful,” Willow agreed, the red-haired witch kneeling beside her pet. “But there’s one touch you can add.”

“Ooooh,” Faith panted when the witch reached down and playfully rubbed her palms over Faith’s already protruding nips before pulling out a rose-red lipstick and slowly encircling her nipples in red.

”Oh they look the cutest!” Kennedy cooed before getting out another three needles and gently stroking them up and down Faith’s wildly fluttering belly. “Can our Toy guess what I’m going to do with these needles?”

Sweat glistened on the busty brunette’s forehead. “Pierce my nips and clit?” she panted as she raised her head and peered down, dark orbs avidly awaiting her modification.

“Well done.” Kennedy praised as she eased the first needle into Faith’s right nipple, the Slayer’s bust throbbing deliciously with the anticipated pain. Her pouty lips parted in a whispered moan when the giggling Slayer gleefully twisted the needle before turning her attention to her other already erect nipple, sliding the gleaming needle through it as easy as she’d stake a vampire. Faith’s even teeth gritted and lithe body wriggled when Mistress pinched the already aching nubbin before laughing haughtily at her pet’s submissive acceptance of her ordeal. Then the real Slayer quickly hung gold rings from her nipples and looked down at the Council fuck-toy’s seemingly permanently moist twat.

“Ooooh,” Faith grunted and ground her hips against the carpet, high-tipped butt rubbing suggestively against the woollen covering when Kennedy began playing with her clit, easing it out of its protective sheath, teasingly almost pulling out then letting it go, waiting until it slid back in, then easing it out, and releasing it again. Abuttery warmth soon built up in her pussy.

“Bored now,” Kennedy muttered as she pulled the moaning slave’s clittie out for the seventh time.

”Aaaaaaah!” Faith squealed, the lusty brunette’s tits bouncing, when the laughing Slayer rammed rather than eased the last needle into her clit, igniting a firework in her nubbin. “Fuccccck!” she screamed as Kennedy pinched her throbbing clittie, her sensual back arching provocatively. “Oh god!”

Kennedy laughed until tears were streaming down her face as she mercilessly tortured Faith’s swollen pleasure button, twisting and tugging on it while the helpless beauty wailed and panted, sensual body thrashing and writhing as sweat streamed down it. Finally though Faith’s owner relented and put a golden ring on the whimpering beauty’s clit before grabbing another gold-beaded chain, threading it through both of her nipple rings and then her clit ring, the cold metal chill on her belly, and tied them off.

Faith mewed again as Mistress slid some black PVC hotpants onto her waist and fastened the Velcro on the side. “There,” Kennedy looked up at an approvingly-looking on Willow, “all done.”

“Not quite,” the all-powerful and all-wise witch crouched down and fastened Faith’s chain to her collar. “Now she’s done.” The witch closed her eyes for a second and then opened them again. Faith gasped when a brown wooden box materialised in mid-air above them. Willow yanked on the beauty’s leash, forcing Faith to roll over her onto her hands and knees. “Good girl.” Willow patted her on the head.

”What’s in the box?” Kennedy asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Some toys for our soon-to-be ally to enjoy while she plays with Toy,” Willow replied. “Just the usual stuff, vibrators, butt-plugs, strap-ons, gags, restraints, that sorta thing.”

”Heh,” Kennedy giggled, “good idea.” Faith’s Mistress turned serious. “Are you taking her now?” Willow nodded. “You be good, you hear?”

Faith winced at Mistress’ suddenly harsh tone. “Yes Mistress,” the sultry bombshell nodded meekly.

”Good girl.”

A portal flickered before them and then Queen was regally pulling her crawling slave through it.

“What is this intrusion!”

Faith blinked as they came out in a palatial-looking penthouse occupied by a blue-haired, leather-clad woman who kinda looked like ‘Dr. Fred’ except for the imperious voice and arrogant stance. Willow smiled at the skinny woman, unworried by her tone. “I brought you a present,” Faith gurgled as the witch yanked on the chain, forcing her into a crouched position, “this creature is used by the Council members to bring them pleasure. If you join us, well I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”

“Hum,” the strange creature walked around the squatting beauty, “the shell remembers having fantasies about dominating members of her gender. And in my halcyon, my seconds would bring me slaves as offerings to entertain me. I assume you want your slave back whole afterwards?”

“Bruised but not broken,” Willow confirmed.

“Slave! Disrobe!” the blue-haired woman barked. “Illyria the God-King commands it.” Faith reached up to her bra and down to her hotpants, PVC falling away as she tore the fastenings open. Faith shivered slightly as her satin flesh pimpled in the chill atmosphere. “She has a pleasing form.” The submissive beauty gasped when an awesomely strong hand grabbed her around the throat and lifted her off the ground, easily holding her at arm’s length as Illyria’s blue eyes coldly roamed around her naked body. Finally Illyria looked towards Willow. “And what is in the box?”

“Some interesting toys you can use to have fun with Toy,”

“Ha,” Illyira’s leather outfit disappeared, leaving the goddess naked. “The shell remembers such things. Leave us and return in the morning.”

”Toy,” Willow giggled, “be good.”

The goddess spoke once Willow had gone. “The shell remembers you Faith Lehane, you were once a mighty warrior. This witch must be powerful indeed to have enslaved one such as you. Perhaps there is some profit in an alliance between me and her.” The goddess carried her still dangling frame over to the room’s large king-sized bed and bent her over the foot of the bed’s ornate board, the top of the bed digging painfully into the raven-haired temptress’ lower abs and hips. “But with mighty warriors, one must always prove their dominance.”

The sultry Slayer’s cherry-red lips parted in a moan as she felt the goddess’ chill fingers trail up and down her fleshy globes and begin massaging her. The sexy Bostonian moaned and writhed as a pleasant heat built up in her upwards-tilted rear. Her arousal increased when the Old One reached under her and began gently tugging on her chain, simultaneously pulling on and stimulating her nipples and clit.

Then the goddess returned her full attention to Faith’s alluring ass, her nubile body twitching helplessly as the goddess slid her palms up and down her full globes, cold fingers squeezing her rounded rump, the sultry slave moaning with every squeeze. Then the Slayer shuddered when her user pulled her ass cheeks apart and peered inside. “Fascinating,” the goddess murmured as she jammed a finger into Faith’s tight anus, twisting it around as she slowly opened her up, “the feeling of power is quite arousing.”
Faith shivered as a butt-plug’s chill end stroked over her opening, but waited meekly for her debasement to continue, forcing herself to relax when she felt the tip being pushed and twisted into her bung-hole. “You are very narrow,” the blue-haired woman commented, “but I will not be denied.”

Faith moaned and gasped as the goddess poked insistently, the plug’s tip spreading her ass, making her writhe as it rubbed against her anal nerves. Finally her butt was fully spread, the plug’s base lodged against her full cheeks. Faith’s eyes bulged when the goddess turned the plug on, her breath shortening and sweat pouring down her as it vibrated inside her hole, sleek hips and perfect tush wriggling spasmodically.

“A quite pleasing reaction,” Illyria emotionlessly commented as Faith thrashed and moaned.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Ahhhhhh!” The sexy slave’s head shot up as she screamed, every strike of the blue-haired woman’s cane making her ass dance and bounce, pain vibrating through her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ”Gaaaaa!” The wood bit deep into the east coast temptress’ rounded ass, leaving red stripes in its wake, her ass bouncing alluringly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Owwwwwwww!” Faith screamed and screamed as she thrashed about, her ass welting after every blow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Ohh! Aaa! Ughhh!” The brunette beauty bounced helplessly on the bed, lacking the will to escape the terrible punishment. Her perfect tush danced to every blow, every nerve ending raging with pain. “Please! Please! Please!” she sobbed and wailed, cheeks flushing with a combination of pain and arousal, full lips parted in a continual scream, sweaty rivers glistening on her naked form.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Oww! Owww! Owww!” Faith squealed as the goddess this time didn’t hit both cheeks at once, instead choosing to alternate between each cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time the sultry beauty just lay limply across the bed as the goddess alternated between ass cheeks.

“Ha,” the goddess grabbed her by her mane and yanked her upright. “A most pleasing experience.” The once-sassy street fighter whimpered as the vicious goddess pushed her to her knees, the still vibrating butt plug only adding to her battered ass’ discomfort. “I’m sure you’ll prove most amendable to my lessons.” The brunette bombshell barely registered the goddess roughly grabbing her arms and forcing them behind her back, a pair of cuffs quickly encircling her wrists.

The goddess knelt in front of her, squirted a balm on her fingers and began attentively pinching and rubbing at Faith’s already pierced nipples. Because of the state of the east coast sexpot’s punished ass, it took a while before she noticed it, but eventually she was wriggling in helpless horniness as her areola and boobies tingled. Sweat gleamed on her nude body as her nubbins continued to harden as more and more blood were pumped into them. Faith puffed and panted, cheeks hollowing and expanding when the witch added clamps to her already pierced nipples, turning the pleasant tingling into painful throbbing. “Ohhhh,” the sultry plaything’s full lips parted in a helpless pout when the goddess picked up a control and turned it on. “Ohhhhh.” Faith bounced up and down on her haunches as the goddess watched, her shapely chest swinging hypnotically and rivers of sweat pouring down her as she squirmed and writhed for the blue-haired woman’s entertainment, her speech degenerating to a serious of animalistic grunts and passion-fuelled pants. “Ahhh. Eeee. Ooooo.”

“It is interesting how little it takes to control a human,” mused Illyria. “Truly you are insignificant next to a being of my power.” The goddess reached into the box while Faith continued to pant, moan, sweat, and jiggle, and pulled out a pair of cat-of-nine tails. Faith gulped as the now smirking demon turned back towards her. “I find that I am in agreement with the shell, this is turning out to be a most enjoyable experience.”

CRACK! CRACK! ”Aaaaah!” Faith screamed as one of the whips hit the underside of her tits, making them fly up and into a strike to the top of her tits from the other whip, knocking them back down.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Owww! Owww!” Faith squealed as this time the merciless demoness hit her with two lightning strikes to the top, followed by a pair of even fasters blows to the underside.

CRACK! CRACK! “Ouch!” Faith felt her voice crack as the goddess simultaneously hit her on the outside of both tits, the blows sending the tits bouncing together and then out again in time to catch a quick double-tap to the outside again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Owwwwwwww!” Tears formed in the Council plaything’s black eyes as her tits slammed together and then bounced out again in time for her abuser to lay a trio of fast blows across the top of her tits and a trio on the underside while all the time her clamped nipples throbbed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Owww, owww, owww.” Faith whimpered as the goddess laid her on her back and knelt by her legs, her body shaking both from the vicious beatings but also from the arousing tingling in her ass and nipples.

The cuffed seductress’ writhings increased as the goddess began playing with her daily-shaved labia, tugging, stroking, and pinching it, the demoness’ hot breath on it only adding to her arousal. Her full hips rose and fell, trim belly quivered, and the air filled with her chest-heaving pants. “Yes, yes, yes,” Faith moaned as a buzzing reached her ears, the certain knowledge of what was to come making her blood race. The once-mighty Slayer stared up pleadingly at her better when the demoness let out a mocking laugh and began stroking the vibrator’s tip all over the brunette bombshell’s melons, taking special care to run it lightly over every welt on them, adding pain to the inevitable pleasure before finishing off with a torturously slow circle around both areolas, Faith’s back arching as she pushed her chest up as an offering for the goddess to use and abuse as she wished. “Please, please, please.” Rivers of sweat poured off the Slayer, giving her silken skin an ivory hue as the goddess teased the vibrator down her now wildly shaking belly and then pulled it back up, before finally rolling it around her shaking belly-button. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Her labia began quivering the instant the goddess touched it with the wonderful device, blood instinctively engorging them as the masterful goddess eased it up and down her lips. “No, no, no,” Faith whimpered in frustration when the goddess pulled the vibrator out. “Please.”

A slap to the face sent her senses reeling. “A goddess does not answer the pleas of her slaves, they serve at her whim.” Illyria scolded as she pinched Faith’s on-display clit. The sultry Slayer’s breath shortened when the goddess placed a suction cup over her pleasure button and began mercilessly pumping it up, the vacuum created forcing blood into it until it was throbbing constantly. Faith gurgled and panted as the goddess pulled the pump off and attached yet another vibrating clamp. “I think it time you entertained me.”

“Aaaaaaaaa!” Faith squealed when Illyria got all the controls to her plug and clamps, and turned them all onto almost full. Her back arched like a bowstring, long legs thrashed, full tits bounced, and tight ass gyrated on and off the carpet as sweat flew off her uncontrollably writhing body. Her glossy mane billowed under her as she gasped and wheezed, her body exploding in pleasure, fireworks going off before her dark eyes. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

Illyria stood over her, head tilted to one side as she watched the cuffed beauty huff, puff, and groan for her entertainment, the air filling the smell of Faith’s cunny juices inter-mingled with her excited sweat. “On maximum I think.”

“FUCCCCCCK!” The dark-eyed beauty’s pleasure centres exploded in over-stimulation like firecrackers had been dropped on them, her nipples and clits feeling like they’d pop off her alluring body even as juices spilled out of her clenching pussy. “FUCCCCCCCCCCK!” The busty brunette writhed madly around, entrapped in an orgasmic typhoon. “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!” Her tits bounced and ass jiggled even as she screamed and screamed, curved lips permanently parted. “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!” White juices pumped out, splattering the ground between her wildly flexing thighs.

“Ooooh, ohhh, ooooh.” The curvy brunette whimpered to herself as the demoness turned the controls down to their lowest setting, her racing heart slowing as she sunk wearily back to the floor, sweat gleaming on every inch of her aroused and arousing body.

“You have got to cum.” Faith gurgled weakly when the domineering demoness grabbed her by her throat and pulled her to her knees, shoving her crotch in her face. “My turn.”

The goddess squirmed as the well-trained slut started kissing the area around her labia, hands holding the Slayer in place then moaned when Faith blew cold air on her hot sex, the goddess’ neatly-shaven pussy quivering gleefully. Encouraged by the demoness’ response, Faith began cat-licking the other woman’s crotch, long licks that took her from the bottom of her labia to the top, and down again, each tantalising lick making Faith pant and shake with the taste and smell coming from the blue-haired beauty.

The demoness snatched a hold of Faith’s head and pressed the Slayer’s face into her shaking crotch, holding her there, her grip inescapable even if Faith had the will or motivation to try. The sexpot instead responded by sliding her tongue by sliding her tongue inside Illyria’s cunt, easing it past the blue-haired dom’s puffy lips, and sliding her tongue all around her walls. She used every trick she knew, side to side, up and down, fast in, slow in, fast out, slow out, every variation she knew so to keep the goddess guessing. The goddess made some inarticulate grunting as her slender hips bobbed up and down, and left and right, sometimes grinding in a slow circle so that Faith’s tongue touched every domineering inch, her nose bouncing off the goddess’ prominent love button. The goddess let out a triumphant grunt as her velvety walls clenched and shook around the sultry slave’s invading tongue, juices spilling out to cover the Slayer’s beautiful face. Faith immediately set to work elongating the domineering demoness’ climax by wrapping her lips around the goddess’ click and sucking the hell out of it, the Slayer slut’s ears filling with Illyria’s grunts and groans, her nose filling with the demoness’ musky scent.

Then the goddess stumbled back and righted herself, imperiously staring down at the cum-streaked Slayer. “You are a Toy of considerable pleasure,” Illyria mused. “And an once-dangerous weapon, your witch has vision to see what you could be made into.” Faith moaned deeply when the goddess grabbed her tits in her inexorable grip and pinched, fingers digging in deeply as she twisted them and seemed to try and rip Faith’s boobs off. “And power to make you into it.”

The goddess grabbed her around the throat and choke-slammed her on the floor, Faith’s arms aching as they slammed into the floor, trapped as they were under her body. “Gaw-.” Her groan was cut off when the blue-haired beauty straddled her face in the 69 position, her already drenched twat dripping into Faith’s open mouth. Faith shuddered under the goddess’ initial tongue-hammering, a buttery warmth building up between her legs as the demoness roughly prised her labia lips apart and sunk her tongue inhumanly deep into her. The sultry Slayer’s full butt rose off the ground as she panted and writhed, her entire body exploding in an aroused goose-pimple, her own tongue cat-licking up and down her user’s wildly-twitching nether lips.

The goddess groaned above her, encouraging Faith to eat hungrily at the superior being’s gyrating crotch. Illyria’s groin bounced gleefully on her face as Faith’s tongue licked up and down, her lips passionately kissing and sucking at the dripping cunny. For a moment the goddess stopped tonguing the Council fuck-toy’s hole, just contenting herself with mewing and purring like a cat, but then she drove her head back down, her tongue returning to jack-hammering in and out of Faith’s leaking channel, the demoness’ tits rubbing erotically against Faith’s trembling belly as the sultry sexpot’s clamped tits did the same against Illyria’s slender mid-section. Faith responded in kind, ramming her tongue in and out of the goddess’ leaking twat, her arousal increasing when the goddess grabbed two handfuls of curved, battered ass and started squeezing. Then both women took one another over the edge with vicious bites of one another’s throbbing clits.

Faith’s wail was smothered by the goddess’ crotch grinding on her face, the blue-haired beauty’s juices leaking out all over the brunette temptress’ face. And then just like that, the demoness clambered off her, her legs covered in milky goodness but her arrogance untouched. The Bostonian bombshell gurgled helplessly when the goddess grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to her knees. “Your screams have a certain allure to them, but I have heard enough!” Illyria snapped before producing a gag with an eight inch dildo on it. “Open.” Faith immediately obeyed, the blue-haired demon ramming the cock between her teeth, forcing her tongue under it. As the goddess fastened the dildo-gag behind her head, Faith began helplessly drooling. “Most useful,” Illyria mused as she pulled a ten-inch steel strapon out of the box. The once-sassy Slayer’s dark eyes were magnetically draw to the massive dildo as she watched the goddess fix it around her waist. “And now,” Illyira turned to her, a predatory gleam in her glacial eyes, “for you.” Faith gurgled into her gag as the goddess once again grabbed her neck and forced her head down until both it and her titties were pressed against the ground, and her ass tipped alluringly, invitingly in the air, the demoness quickly kicked her legs apart and knelt down behind her. “It is time for I, Illyria, to prove my dominance over my plaything!”

Faith’s knees bounced and welted boobs rubbed painfully on the carpet as the goddess snatched hold of the butt-plug still juddering in her ass and yanked it out, her ass passage convulsing in shock. Then she moaned into her gag as she twisted her neck to look over shoulder to stare at the goddess rubbing her cold cock end against her aching cunny while trailing a string of silicone beads up and down her glistening back. She moaned and writhed helplessly when the smirking goddess grabbed the once-mighty street tough’s left ass cheek and pulled it to the side. Her cock still rubbing incitingly against Faith’s engorged nether lips, Illyria shoved the first of the beads inside her, the chill material in her ass making the debased Slayer gurgle into her gag.

A smile on her face, the all-powerful goddess began easing the beads inside the broken Bostonian, teasingly stroking them against her walls as she pulled them out and pushed them back, sweat soaking off the panting beauty. Eventually the Slayer was filled, a broken moan escaped her red lips when the goddess turned them on, her pert behind shaking.

Then she groaned as the goddess pushed into her twat, the cold cock sliding through her silken sheath. Faith drooled helplessly as the tit and clit clamps, and anal beads inside her pulsed through her erogenous zones, forcing her to unparalleled pleasure levels. Her hips pushed back at the dildo, forcing it deeper, the goddess’ hands sliding up and down her ass, occasionally slapping a cheek to remind the enslaved beauty that she could bring her pain as well as pleasure. Faith shuddered sexily as the dildo finally filled her, her soaking snatch shaking around it.

Then Illyria’s hand was in her matted mane, yanking her neck back until she thought it might snap. The goddess’ hips and trim belly beat out a cadence against the Slayer’s full ass as she started to really pound her, thrusting faster and faster, her nipples, clit, and ass all throbbing to the sex toy’s pulsing, the cock going so deep Faith thought it might choke her. The big-boobed temptress almost passed out when her climax began, her tits and knees banging against the carpet as the goddess yanked the vibrating beads out of her pink anus, her sphincter collapsing, climatic waves pounding her, cunt juices water-falling from her twat to soak the domineering beauty behind her.

“Most satisfactory,” Illyria eventually pulled out of her shaking cunt, “the decision whether to give you pleasure or pain is entirely mine. You are totally at my whim. And I think you should have a little of both.”

Faith whimpered into her gag as she felt the goddess one again yank her full globes apart. She mewed and moaned as the demoness ruthlessly pushed at her sphincter, for a second it dared resist, but then the tightened ring gave way before the blue-haired woman’s powerful penetration. The Slayer writhed and wriggled as Illyria pushed on, then slammed forward, ramming into her rectum like a hot poker, and not stopping until her entire strap-on was gripped by Faith’s anal passage.
Faith moaned and groaned, sure the brutal goddess had torn her open, her anus hurt so much. Then Illyria began to withdraw, slowly, the rubbery grip of her torn anal ring was being pulled out and away from her body a good two or three inches. “Even tighter than your pussy, most interesting,” the goddess mused over her thrashing. “And now back in.” The goddess’ hips titled forward, pushing the ring deep back inside her. Soon the goddess was taking her with assured strokes, pulling out until only her tip remained in, then thrusting back in until her belly slapped against Faith’s alluring but aching behind, the Slayer shuddering and wheezing with every thrust.
“And now the pleasure.” Faith panted as she felt two fingers slide inside her drenched cunt, spreading it. “Are you not grateful for the pleasure?” Faith nodded weakly as the fingers gently stroked in and out of her, working a rhythm that matched the dildo’s thrusting. The goddess’ lips caressed her naked shoulder. “You are a most pleasing slave, such games we will play.” The two fingers rubbed up against her, making her breath shorten still more. And then the cock inside her ass speeded up, its speed matched by the suddenly three fingers inside her. Faster and faster the dildo went, each increase in speed matched by the fingers inside her, and each increase resulting in another finger inside.
Faith’s hips arched and pushed back against the fingers and cock inside her, needing more even as her pussy stretched under the barrage of three fingers from each hand inside her, her cunt stretching in such a way it simply wasn’t built for. No woman other than a Slayer could take this sort of stretching and be just as tight as usual the next morning. A succession of shudders ran through the sweaty beauty every time the impaling goddess’ finger tips would rub against her g-spot. Then Illyria turned up the intensity, forcing both hands inside the Slayer and twisting them around, stretching and rubbing inside her while rotating her hips from side, drawing the dildo in her ass back just an inch, then ramming it back in. Faith bucked and wailed into the gag, drool pouring out of her curved lips as she screeched continually, the lack of respite from her user’s attentions sending her over the edge, her insides collapsing gleefully around the invaders as the busty beauty wailed, thrashed, and most of all repeatedly uttered an unheard plea for mercy.
Faith grunted as the goddess pulled out of her, grabbed her shoulders and flipped her on her back. Faith lay limply there as the goddess re-entered her seemingly collapsed pussy and started strapon pounding her. “Truly you are a prize worthy of a goddess,” Illyria decided as she leaned over Faith, hands reaching over her and into the box behind her while her lips kissed and licked all over Faith’s welted chest, the three clamps still remorselessly throbbing on the naked slave.

The goddess continued thrusting in and out of Faith’s pussy, a steady pulsing filling the exhausted, battered beauty. Faith’s dark eyes widened when the goddess sat up, a lit candle flickering in either hand. Her body writhed and thrashed, not only under the cunny pounding, but also under the burning wax the merciless demon was dripping on her, every drop met with a taut back-arch and a shriek into the gag, her stomach trembling and welted tits bouncing. The goddess actually giggled at Faith’s teared panting, the Slayer’s pain encouraging her to speed up the thrusts into the Slayer’s pussy, her twat trembling around the impressive cock inside her, juice leaking out to wet the carpet between her shapely legs.

Faith moaned into the gag as Illyria pulled out of her, then gasped for air as the goddess wrenched the cock gag off, rounded chest rapidly rising and falling. Suddenly she was back on her knees, the goddess lying prostate before her, Faith’s face in her shaven cunt and her hand holding Faith there. “Lick bitch,” Illyria smiled, “this trash talk is intriguingly degrading.”

The Slayer stuck out her tongue and licked it across the domineering blue-haired woman’s snatched. “Oh yes,” Illyria’s slender hips pushed off the ground, “keep going you little bitch.” Faith started worshipfully kissing the goddess’ crotch, smothering it with her full lips. “Yes, yes, yes,” the goddess panted as Faith’s nose rubbed against her clit, the demoness grabbing her head and holding her in place as Faith eased her tongue into her velvety-folds and began tongue-fucking her in earnest. “Do the one thing you’re good at whore!”

Faith blindly obeyed, allowing the goddess to smother her as she kissed, licked, and sucked for all she was worth, occasionally nipping at her user’s labia and clit with her teeth, her own still pulsing thanks to the ever-present clit-clamp. Illyria’s hips rose and fell as she came with a shrill cry, her juices spurting out. “Keep going,” the goddess held her head down as Faith lapped at her sweet-tasting climatic juices. “It is hours before dawn and your mouth will entertain me until then, tramp.”