The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

The Bitch-Queen Of Sunnydale

“Well it’s been real,” Faith smirked at her counterpart Slayer, “but I gotta boost-.”

“Oh I don’t think so.” Faith’s jaw dropped when Buffy’s mom smirked back at her, eyes flashing with a strange power. “Do you know what a Succubus is, Faith?”

Faith stared at the older woman and shrugged, a feeling of unease filling the raven-haired teen. “I’m guessing it really sucks?” she half-joked.

“Oh,” Joyce threw her head back and giggled. “Oh it doesn’t suck at all, Faith. You see, I’m a sex-mage. A witch who powers her spells by the sexual energies of her followers.” The older woman leaned over the table and trailed her fingers across the sultry Slayer’s chin. “And I think you’ll make the most delightful addition to my harem.”

“Harem?” Faith had seen enough pornos based in the Middle East to know exactly what that word meant. “Sorry Mrs. S,” the sultry Slayer’s husky tones dripped with all the disdain she could muster, “but middle-aged housewives with delusions of hotness do nothing for me.”

CRACK!

Faith’s head snapped to the side when Buffy caught her with a slap to the jaw, her vision briefly blurring. “Don’t you dare talk to my mom like that!”

The younger Slayer’s eyes darkened as fury heated her veins. “You little bitch, I’ll fuckin’-.” Faith’s voice trailed off uncertainly as she belatedly realised her legs and arms weren’t moving.

“You’ll do nothing,” the now enraged mother snapped, her voice like a serpent’s hiss. “I drugged your food when Buffy told me what a honey she was bringing home. I wanted to give you the chance to join our little group willingly, but I don’t leave such things to chance.” The woman pushed her hands down the front of her skirt, her eyes dilating and a flush rising in her wrinkled cheeks. “Buffy, undress my new prize for your mommy.”

“Sure mom!” In a blink of a second, the senior Slayer leapt over the careworn table and stood beside her, a kitchen knife in her hands. Faith gritted her teeth, unable to even spit in either of her tormenters’ faces. The brunette bombshell gasped when Buffy eagerly unfastened her leather-studded belt and pulled her black shirt out of her skin-tight jeans.

“Buffy,” Joyce panted as her ‘sister’ Slayer started cutting up through her shirt, “I want you to go to Faith’s motel tomorrow and collect her clothes; she’ll be moving in with us.”

“Like hell!” Faith snapped.

Once again Buffy’s hand crashed into her jaw, snapping her head sideways. “Don’t swear at my mom!”

“Thank you Buffy,” Joyce purred. “My oh my,” Joyce’s tongue ran over her lips, her fingers delving deeper and deeper into her skirt as Faith’s wrecked shirt fell away, revealing her tanned, rounded chest, pink nipples boldly hard, and toned stomach undulating with rage, “what nice tits you have, and so pert, even without a bra.” Joyce moaned as her daughter first squeezed, then tugged on the breasts, Faith gasping at how deep her counterpart’s Slayer-powered fingers dug into her sensitive tit-flesh, back arching as the blonde cruelly twisted them, cheeks burning at her humiliation even as her breath shortened with part-pain, part-pleasure. “Now Buffy,” Joyce’s tone turned stern, “don’t play with your toy until she’s ready. Take her pants off.”

“Yes Mom.”

The raven-haired Slayer moaned as the knife’s cold flat steel slid down her firm breasts and flat belly, goose-pimples appearing in its wake. Then the knife was cutting through her pants, tearing them to shreds with a few determined Slayer slices, leaving her bare ass naked in the kitchen, the night’s chill erecting her nipples still further as her bare ass pressed into the hard wooden seat beneath her. “Oh my,” Joyce panted as she peered eagerly over the table to Faith’s crotch. “Buffy, don’t tease your mommy, move your hand from Faith’s crotch.”

Buffy giggled as she stopped pinching Faith’s labia and slid her warm palm up the dark-eyed hottie’s shaking stomach. “Oh look,” Joyce trilled, “she’s totally bald, how pretty!” Joyce tore her eyes from the raven-haired seductress and looked towards her daughter. “Tell the girls I want them completely shaved from now on.”

”Yes mom,” Buffy nodded dutifully as her fingers stroked teasingly at Faith’s nipples, sometimes lightly pinching them, sometimes rubbing at the hard point, and sometimes encircling the slightly darker areola, each touch making the enchanted beauty gasp and shudder.

”Good girl,” when Joyce rose, her skirt slid off to the ground, her thick hairy bush just visible beneath her blouse, the dark hairs matted with her juices. Joyce grinned as she saw Faith’s eyes move to her crotch. The woman crudely stuck her finger between her legs and rubbed them back and forth, swaying slightly as she did so. “Oh the things you do to me,” the middle-aged woman murmured as she rubbed her fingers against the sultry Slayer’s pouty lips, her scent filling Faith’s nose and her taste entering her mouth. Face grimacing, Faith tried and failed to rear back, spitting at the bitter taste. “Get used to it, Faith, you’ll be drinking a lot of it!” The mother threw her head back and laughed before looking towards her daughter. “Buffy, go and get my Compulsion Ink, this one’s attitude has decided me.”

Buffy’s eyes brightened as she looked towards the older woman. “You mean we get to share her?”

Faith let out an inarticulate moan of horror, her blood congealing. Did these two lesbo nutcases mean what she thought they did? “Oh yes,” Joyce purred, “but mommy gets first taste.”

“Of course mommy!” Buffy briefly hugged her mom before rushing out of the kitchen.

The moment her fellow Slayer ran out of the room, Faith began struggling anew against her invisible bonds, but the only thing she accomplished was to cause sweat sheen on her naked form, and her supple muscles writhe and stand out. Joyce giggled at her vain efforts before pulling off her blouse and straddling her lap, heavy thighs wrapped around Faith’s slender legs and bra-ed chest rubbing against Faith’s firm naked jugs. “Oh keep struggling,” Joyce taunted. “It makes your body do the most interesting things.”

Faith immediately ceased, glaring helplessly at her captor, the older woman’s wrinkled hands lazily caressing her satin-smooth skin. “You’re going to make the most perfect pet,” the mother purred. “I can sense you have quite the lustful nature, I’m sure you’ll bring out the best in my girls. You’ll move in here of course and every day after reaching home you’ll strip naked and allow myself and your fellow harem members to avail themselves of your quite astonishing vibrancy.” The woman paused and giggled. “And avail themselves anywhere else they want to. No boys though,” the woman shook her head, “I want all that lovely energy for myself.”

Faith scowled impotently, somehow knowing that now Joyce had said it, she wouldn’t be getting anymore cock for as long as Joyce forebode it. The older woman rose as her daughter strode back in, carrying a tin of foul-smelling paint. “Thank you Buffy, bend Faith over the table for me.”

The younger Slayer was helpless to resist when Buffy grabbed her by her full, chestnut mane, dragged her to her feet, bent her over the table, and contemptuously kicked her feet apart, before grabbing her silken hips and pulling her behind up until her ass was spot-lighted by the ceiling light.

“Thank you dear,” Joyce spent the next couple of minutes caressing Faith’s proffered ass, vainly trying to get a reaction from the entrapped beauty. But no matter how hard she slapped the Slayer’s blossoming globes or how tenderly she trailed her fingers over her rounded rump, Faith kept her teeth clenched shut, determined not to utter so much as a sound. Finally Joyce stopped and sighed. “I see you’re going to be difficult. Buffy, hand me the paint.”

“Give it to her mom!” Buffy exhorted.

Despite her earlier promise, Faith almost screamed as the scalding hot paint dripped onto the sensual curve of her lower back. “Don’t worry dear, the paint’s quite invisible once applied, nobody will see your tattoo,” the hag applying the body-art cackled before glancing towards the blonde sat on one of the chairs at the other side of the table, legs lewdly spread and fingers clawing at her twat. “Buffy, why don’t you introduce yourself to our guest?”

“Thanks mom!” Buffy stopped pawing at herself to run around the back of Faith, and stick her head into Faith’s pinkness.

Faith gasped as her walls wettened and shook under the older girl’s enthused licking. And she thought her bringing up had been fucked up, this old bitch was crazier than her old lady. “Don’t let her come, dear,” Joyce reprimanded. “I’m doing the rite of Compulsion right now, and her sexual energy will be perfect to empower it.”

”Right mom!” Buffy replied before sticking her head back between Faith’s outstretched legs and returning to driving her tongue in and out of Faith’s wet hole, only pulling away when the Slayer’s climax seemed near. Then as her mother had tauntingly ordered, only returning to drinking at Faith’s well when her excitement had abated.

Sweat poured off the trapped beauty, part from Buffy’s licking, but mostly from the stinging paint being daubed into her lower back, the laughing witch repeating the same sing-song spell with a different girl’s name inserted over and over again. Her body bucked uncontrollably, soft titties rubbing painfully against the rough wooden surface, wood almost splintering under her desperate grip as she panted and wheezed.

Faith only ceased her spasmodic yet alluring writhing when her tormenter pulled away from her licking. “All done.” Faith started when the witch’s hand cracked against her full behind. “You go to bed, it’s time for Faith and I to get to know each other better.” Joyce shook her head. “No pouting Buffy, it’s past your curfew already!”

Joyce turned to her. “I think we should go up to my bedroom and have you shove your tongue deep into my cunt.” Joyce giggled as she tenderly stroked Faith’s full mane. “What do you think? Say please.”

“Please.” Faith nodded, noting with chagrin she was slavishly eager to obey this used-up old bag, no matter her personal feelings about her.

“Good girl,” Joyce took her hand and led her up the darkened stairs, the night’s cool air goose-pimpling the nubile beauty’s gossamer skin. The moment the bedroom door closed behind them, Joyce turned to her, a feral light burning in her eyes. “Knees.”

Before she knew where she was, Faith was knelt before the domineering woman, the older woman’s hairy bush rubbing against her soft chin like a beard, the hairs bristling when Faith blew cold air on the woman’s hot sex. Joyce panted like a bitch on heat when the nude beauty began kissing and licking up and down her wettening nether lips. “Yes, yes,” Joyce moaned, an unwanted thrill filling Faith at the older woman’s reaction, her hands sliding up Joyce’s heavy thighs to spread Joyce’s thick lips. “Yes, yes!” Joyce chanted as she grabbed the back of Faith’s head and pushed her deep into the unkempt bush.

The curvy Bostonian’s tongue writhed into the older woman’s open hole, sliding around her shaking tunnel. “Oh yes!” Joyce ground her thighs around in a full circle, smearing her new plaything’s beautiful features with her cunt fluids. “Oh yes!” Faith’s tongue sped up, probing the tyrant’s wet folds with increasing vigour, sometimes rubbing against the ceiling, something diving down to the basement, sometimes colliding with the left wall, sometimes glancing off the right.

“Work it bitch!” Joyce cried as her legs shook, her walls clenching and vibrating around her plaything’s tongue, juices spilling out onto the landscape of her face. Joyce fell onto the bed behind her, legs dangling to the ground. “Keep going.”

Even as Joyce spoke, the fingers clawing at Faith’s glossy mane dragged the Slayer beauty face-first onto Joyce’s trembling twat. Faith sunk onto the witch’s crotch, taking her throbbing pleasure-button in her mouth, and sucking on in it, the sound of her slurping competing with Joyce’s passionate cries. “Oh I knew you’d be…..” Joyce’s voice trailed off as Faith’s wet tongue licked at her bulging clit, hips rising off the bed in response. “Oooooh.” Joyce panted as Faith shoved two fingers into her cunt and twisted, not ceasing in her clit sucking, her digits twisting as she pulled them out, slick with Joyce’s juices before pushing them back in. “Ooooooh!” Faith’s ears filled with sound of the middle-aged woman’s pants and groans as she writhed under Faith’s skilled ministrations, and her nose filling with the muskiness of sweaty fucking. “Fuck! Fuck!” Joyce squealed as Faith added a third finger and gently nibbled on her clit, hips rising, rubbing Faith’s nose against her slight pot-belly, in reply. “Fuck!” The middle-aged dominatrix exploded for the second time, her fingers clenching down on Faith’s head and her crotch grinding against the Slayer beauty’s entrapped face, smearing her with yet more juices. “OH FUCK YES! YOU DIRTY LITTLE BITCH!”

“Geez mom!” Buffy’s cheerful cry came in from the other room. “I’m trying to sleep here!”