Xander led Faith and Anya back into their apartment. Anya was giddy about how successful the Magic Box’s first day had been. “Of course, sales fell off a bit after you took Buffy away, but they were still very good. Buffy and Faith were very good sales girls.”
Xander saw Faith smile from the praise.
Anya saw it too. “In fact, Faith did such a good job today, I think she should be rewarded, by giving us orgasms.”
“Oh yes, Mistress!” said Faith, bouncing with anticipation. “How may I serve you, and Xander?”
When Xander came out of the bathroom, he was greeted by what was becoming a fairly common sight in his apartment. Faith was on her knees on the carpet in front of the couch, with her face between Anya’s legs. Her hands were cuffed up behind her back, and she was still wearing the skimpy mini-skirt, and t-shirt from her “sales girl” outfit. He could quite plainly see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Anya’s slacks, and panties were tossed aside on the coffee table. He paused, just to enjoy the view for a moment, before going to sit beside Anya. He saw Faith’s eyes look up at him, as he watched her licking Anya’s pussy. She started to pull away, but he shook his head. “Keep going; looks like you’re doing a good job.”
Faith pressed her face forward again, with a muffled “Yesh, Shir!” and Anya gasped and moaned as Faith’s tongue went back to circling her clit.
Xander unbuttoned Anya’s blouse, and slowly pulled it open. He ran his fingers over her soft skin, slowly circling her breasts, and bringing them in to caress her nipples, before taking an entire breast in his hand and gently squeezing, and fondling it while he kissed her. Anya moaned again.
Xander pulled back a couple of inches from her. “So, have you had any orgasms yet?”
“Oh yes, Faith has a very talented tongue!”
“Fank u, Mhstrush!” came up from between her legs, and Xander saw Anya’s eyes roll back, and she gasped and shuddered as she came again.
Xander went back to kissing Anya, and he felt her hands pulling at his belt, undoing his pants button, opening his fly. He felt her hand slide down into his pants, and surrond his hard cock. He moved his mouth down along her neck, across her chest, to her free breast. He carefully rolled his lips over his teeth as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, and gently bit down on it, holding his lips between his teeth, and Anya’s tender nub.
“Oh, yes, Xander!” cried Anya, and he felt her shuddering, and her fist clenched tighter around his cock.
Xander pulled away from Anya’s chest, and smiled down at Faith. “You can stop now, Faith. It’s my turn.”
Faith pulled away from Anya’s pussy, and sat back on her heels. “Yes, Sir.” She quickly shuffled sideways on her knees, and leaned in toward Xander’s cock, still held in Anya’s hand.
“Faith!” Xander pretended to put a little anger into his voice. “I meant it was my turn with Anya. Don’t you think that was a little presumptuous of you?”
Faith sat back on her heals, and bowed her head. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Xander felt a strong stirring of pleasure within himself at seeing her being so submissive toward him. He knew it was an echo of the pleasure that Faith felt in being dominated by him. If Faith felt good about this, she should be ecstatic about what was to come. He turned to Anya. “I think our Faith needs to be punished.”
He felt her pleasure surge, and heard a whimper of anticipation from Faith.
“I think you’re right,” said Anya. “She needs a good spanking, don’t you agree, Faith?”
“Oh, yes Mistress! I should be spanked!”
“Very well Faith,” said Xander. “Get across my knees, with your ass facing Anya so she can have a nice view.”
“Yes, Sir!” Faith rose from her knees with surprising grace for someone wearing platform shoes and whose hands were tied behind her back, and laid herself down across his knees with her mini-skirt only covering about half her ass.
Xander thought that it was still half too much. “Anya, would you please lift that up out of the way, so I can give Faith a proper spanking?”
Anya smiled at him. “Certainly, Dear.” She used her hand that wasn’t holding his cock to lift the hem of Faith’s skirt up, and lay it across her back.
Xander gently rubbed his hand over Faith’s bare ass, admiring its roundness, the smoothness of her skin, the slight surface softness, over the firmness of the muscle beneath. “So, how many spanks should you get, Faith?”
“Uh…ten please, Sir?” she asked.
Xander looked at Anya. “Does that sound about right to you?”
She nodded. “Ten’s a good number.”
Xander pulled his hand back. “Ten it is. Count them out, Faith, and remember, this is punishment, so no coming!”
“Yes Sir,” said Faith. “Please punish your naughty slave, Sir!”
Xander kept in mind that Faith was a Slayer, and that he couldn’t really hurt her, as he brought his hand down in a hard smack against her bare ass cheek.
“One!” gasped Faith. “Thank you, Sir!” Smack! His hand came down on the other cheek. “Two! Thank you for spanking me, Sir!” Xander kept spanking her, alternating between cheeks, with Faith counting them out, and thanking him after each smack. All the while Anya’s hand was stroking his cock, in time with the spanks. When Xander reached the ninth spank, Faith cried out “Nine! Thank you, Sir! May I have another?”
Xander hesitated, with his hand in the air. “Faith, was that an Animal House quote?”
“Uh, yes, Sir!” said Faith.
“Just for that…” Xander wound up, and smacked her on the ass as hard as he could.
“Ten!” shrieked Faith. “Oh, thank you, Sir!”
Xander shook his hand. “Ow, I think that last one hurt me more than it hurt you.”
“Yes,” said Anya. “We need to get some proper paddles, or whips, if we are going to be doing this often. Slayers have very resilient bottoms.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” said Faith. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“I think you can start by standing up,” said Xander.
“Yes, Sir.” Faith rose promptly from Xander’s lap, and stood in front of the sofa.
“Now, strip.”
The cuffs on Faith’s wrists came free from each other, and she quickly shimmied out of her skirt, and top. She had no way to remove her shoes, which were seamlessly moulded around her feet, so she stood before them wearing just her gold choker, wrist cuffs, and platform heeled shoes.
Xander turned to Anya, and gave her a quick kiss. “I like what you’re doing, but I can’t properly prepare Faith, unless you stop.”
Anya gave his cock one more squeeze, before she let it go. “Just don’t take too long.”
Xander rose from the couch, and slowly circled Faith. “At attention!” he ordered.
Faith stood straighter, with her feet held together and her arms straight down at her sides. Xander dredged up some of his faded soldier memories, for how she was supposed to stand. He came back around behind her, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled them back. “Shoulders back, chest out, stomach in!” he told her. He moved around to the side, and looked her up and down, admiring how her firm breasts jutted forward. “Eyes front, heels together, toes separated at a forty-five degree angle!” He walked around her again, making some minute adjustments to the positions of her hands. “Very good.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Faith.
“Slayer, when you are at attention, you are not to speak, unless directed to do so, and when you do speak, the first and last words out of your mouth, will be ‘Sir!’ Do you understand?”
“Sir! Yes, Sir!”
“Outstanding, Slayer!” said Xander. “You will remember this posture, and you will assume it instantly whenever I order you to do so, and you will hold it until you receive an order otherwise.” Xander paused to see if Faith would respond without direction, but she remained silent. “Do you understand?” he asked after a few seconds.
“Sir! Yes, Sir!”
“Most outstanding!” He was beginning to develop a plan for how to dominate Faith and Buffy, in the way that they both wanted to be dominated, that wouldn’t conflict with his own discomfort with the idea of treating them as slaves. Gimmel’s letter didn’t actually specify that Buffy and Faith were his slaves. It said that they were his to command, so he’d treat them as soldiers, with himself as their commanding officer. He thought that would work much better for him.
“I like seeing our Faith standing this way, but I thought that you were going to have sex with me now,” said Anya from the couch.
“Soon, Ahn. Just a couple of things to do first. Faith needs to be rewarded for giving you those orgasms, and taking her spanking so well. Alright, Faith, you can relax now, and raise your hands above your head.”
“Yes, Sir!” Faith’s hands reached up toward the ceiling, and the light flashed. She was now suspended by her wrists from the ceiling. Her shoes had vanished too, and she could barely brush the tips of her bare toes across the carpet.
“Do you want me to get the vibrator again, Xander?” asked Anya.
“Not tonight. I want to try something else. I’m not sure if this will work.” He’d been building up a vision in his head of just what he wanted all day. He was sure he could get the physical form of it. He just wasn’t sure if he could get something with the special properties that he wanted. He held up his hand before Faith’s face, and concentrated. There was another flash of light, and he was holding a dildo fitted to a leather harness. Well the first bit worked. “Do you recognize this, Faith?”
“Oh, yes, Xander! It looks just like your hard dick.”
“Lift up your legs… A bit higher, I don’t want to have to bend down.” He smiled as Faith used her arms to lift herself even higher, with her legs stretched out in front of her, and her toes pointing toward him. He wondered how long the Slayer could hold that position, without injuring herself. He’d have to experiment some other time. For now, he slipped the harness over her feet, and slowly up her legs. She started to spread her legs as he passed her knees, allowing him to move up between them, following the harness until the tip of the dildo started to press against her pussy lips.
“Do you feel that, Faith?”
Faith looked puzzled. “I don’t feel anything.”
“Good.” Xander pushed the dildo all the way up her pussy, in one quick thrust. “Still feel nothing?”
“Yes, I mean no, I mean I can’t feel it. Xander, what’s going on? What’s this mean?”
Xander smiled at her. “It means that I think this is gonna work.” Xander settled the harness around Faith’s hips, holding the dildo firmly inside her. “Okay, you can let yourself down now.”
Faith let her arms straighten, and her legs drop down to dangle beneath her, as Xander stepped back to admire her.
“First rule for while you’re hanging there tonight, Faith, is that you can only come when Anya comes. Second rule…no I think rule one pretty much covers it. Oh yeah, you can have your nipple rings, with a chain, and a weight.”
There was another flash, and Faith cried out as her nipples were pierced. She wanted to come, but Xander had said that she couldn’t. Her body still shuddered, making the gold weight dangling from the chain stretched between her tits dance, further arousing her.
Xander turned back toward Anya. “Isn’t this just the best living room sculpture?” he asked. “It will be so nice, when we get Buffy back, and can have a matched set, don’t you think?”
“It’s very fine, Xander,” said Anya. “Are we going to have sex now?”
“I think it’s time we got started, but tonight, I’m not in the mood for wild monkey sex. I think tonight, it’ll be tender Sarah McLachlan sex.” He stepped toward Anya, and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Faith watched as Xander and Anya kissed in front of her. She watched as Anya slowly undressed Xander, and he removed the unbuttoned blouse that was still around her shoulders. She watched as Xander backed Anya up to the couch, lowered her down onto it, and kissed his way down her body, her breasts, her stomach, and finally buried his face between her legs. She watched Anya lift her legs, and place her bare feet on Xander’s shoulders, spreading herself wide open for his tongue.
Faith wanted to come. She needed to come. Every time she moved, even the slightest bit, the weighted chain tugged on her nipples. Even breathing caused the weight to swing. She thought she was going to explode, holding back her climax, until she heard Anya gasping out Xander’s name. Faith let loose a screaming orgasm of her own.
Xander gave Anya’s pussy a few more tender licks, before he he took hold of her waist, picked her up, and moved her so she was lying along the couch. He crawled up onto the end, between her legs, and slowly started to kiss his way back up her body, taking his time, licking her belly button, over her stomach, up between her breasts, circling back down to lick and kiss Anya’s nipples. Faith could feel her arousal mounting again, and feel her anticipation rising as she watched Xander’s cock slowly approaching Anya’s pussy. She wanted to see him enter her. Anya had her legs up now, wrapped around Xander’s waist, and she could clearly see them getting closer, and closer. Two inches…one inch…half an inch…the tip of Xander’s cock touched Anya’s pussy’s lips, and Faith’s hips twitched. She’d felt it! When Xander’s cock had finally touched Anya’s pussy, she’d felt it!
Faith’s gaze moved up to Xander’s face, but his attention was currently focused entirely on his girlfriend, as he thrust himself forward, burying his cock deep into her pussy, and Faith felt it!
“Oh, Xander!” she and Anya cried out together. That caused Anya to turn her head toward Faith, looking puzzled. Xander looked at her too, and smiled.
“Xander, how?” asked Faith.
“Magic dildo,” said Xander. He turned back to Anya. “Right now, Faith feels like she’s got my cock up her pussy. What you feel in your pussy…” He slowly pulled back, and thrust into Anya again, causing both her and Faith to gasp. “…is what Faith feels in hers.” He slowly pumped his hips a few more times, to emphasize the point. Faith felt as if Xander’s cock was pumping inside her. Faith and Anya moaned together again.
Xander put all of his focus into gently making love to Anya. His cock moved in long, slow, strong strokes deep into her pussy, and Faith felt it in her own. His hands held Anya’s breasts, and his mouth kissed her mouth. Faith shuddered as she watched them, feeling the weight suspended between her nipples bounce, and making her groan. It wasn’t long before Anya, and Faith, was coming again, and still Xander kept up his steady pace. Anya had spent a year training him to have the control necessary for him to go on and on, in just the right way to give her orgasm after orgasm, and with his new stamina from the Reward, he could go even longer, and give Anya even more orgasms, and this time Faith got to share in each and every one of them.
Buffy sat with her feet curled up under her on the sofa in the living room of her house, going over the instruction manual for her phone, and experimenting with some of its features. She saw that Xander had already programmed all the Scoobies’ numbers into the phone’s address book, and assigned them all to speed-dial numbers, in alphabetical order, placing his own number at the end. She moved it up to the number one slot.
She plugged the wire for the headset she had hooked over her ear into the side of the phone, and then pressed the speed dial keys for her home. The phone on the desk rang, and she could hear its faint echo from the extensions upstairs in her room, and Dawn’s. She’d turned the ringer off on the extension in her mother’s room, so she wouldn’t be disturbed.
Dawn answered after only a few rings. “Hello?”
“Hey Dawn, it’s me.”
“Did you go out without telling me?” asked Dawn.
“Nope, I’m still downstairs, playing with my new phone. Now we know it works. So, how’s your homework going?”
“It’s all done. I’m just updating my journal, now.”
“Telling it all about that cute intern at the hospital?”
“No… okay, I did say how nice he was to me, but that’s not what I wrote about the most.”
“Anything you’d care to share with your sister?”
“Uh… not over the phone. Can I come down there and talk with you, in person?”
“Of course, Dawn. Anything you want.”
“Okay, I’ll be right down.” Dawn hung up, and Buffy heard her bedroom door opening. She turned off her phone, and unhooked the headset while Dawn came down the stairs.
Buffy patted the empty spot beside her on the sofa. “Have a seat. What did you want to talk about?” She was pretty sure that Dawn wanted to talk about what was happening with their mother, and wanted to have her close, for the hugs she was sure they would both need.
Dawn surprised her. “Buffy, what’s going on between you and Xander?”
“What makes you think anything’s going on?” was the only thing that Buffy could think to say.
“Please,” said Dawn. “The way you guys keep looking at each other…and then there was the way you were kissing him on the back porch, a little while ago.”
“You were spying on us?”
“I was just in the kitchen to get a drink,” said Dawn. “It’s not my fault that you were plainly visible through the window.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“So, are you and Xander together now?” asked Dawn. “Does that mean he’s left Anya?” she added hopefully.
Buffy chose to answer the second question, to delay having to answer the first one. “No, he hasn’t left Anya.”
“Uh… You aren’t ‘fluking’ are you?” asked Dawn. “’Cause, you remember what Anya used to do for a living, right?”
“No, this isn’t a ‘fluke,’ and Anya knows all about it, and she’s fine with it. More than fine. It’s just… complicated.”
“In what way?”
Buffy thought for a bit about the conversation they’d had in the car. Xander thought it was a good idea to let Dawn know more about what was going on. They had already decided that they had to tell her mom and Dawn something about the Reward, before they found out about it some other way. There had even been tentative plans to do it this weekend, before her mother got sick.
“It all started about a week ago, when this guy named Gimmel, who looked like an insurance salesman, showed up in my bedroom to tell me I’d won an award…”
Buffy told Dawn the story of how Gimmel had first asked her to name the person she trusted most in the world to have control over her, mind and body, and then told her about the Reward that she and Xander were getting. She also told Dawn about how the power of the Hellmouth had interfered with the Reward, and how Gimmel was unaware that there were two Slayers now, and because of that, Buffy was also being punished for all the bad things that Faith had done, but that the Reward was much greater than the punishment.
“So, what’s the reward?” asked Dawn.
“Well for starters, he made me and Xander realize how we really feel about each other. I love him, and he loves me. Xander has also been blessed with extraordinary luck, and future success. We don’t really know all the details about my side of the Reward; it seems that I mostly get to share in Xander’s.”
“And your punishment?” asked Dawn.
“Xander now has control over me, body and mind,” said Buffy. “I have to do anything he orders me to do.”
“Oh, that could be bad,” said Dawn.
“No, it’s really not.”
“But what if he accidentally tells you to do something, without really thinking about the consequences?” asked Dawn.
“The control isn’t total,” said Buffy. “I still have freedom of action to protect myself, and to perform my duties as the Slayer, and I have the ability to interpret what it is he really wants me to do. I can tell when he’s joking, or talking figuratively. If he does something like tell me not to move, I can still breath.”
“What if he wants you to do something bad?”
“Dawn. It’s Xander! The one person outside of my family that I trust the most. That’s why Gimmel asked me that question before he did anything.”
“But can you trust Gimmel?” asked Dawn. “Maybe he’s playing some sort of trick on you.”
“Not according to Anya and Giles. Gimmel is pretty famous among the vengeance demons. He’s kinda the anti-vengeance demon. He’s supposed to be much more powerful than they are, and his rewards are always good. Giles has heard of him too, but had kinda put him into the ‘too good to be true’ category: the stuff he was reported to have done was just too wonderful, but he’s been researching it all week, and so far hasn’t come up with anything bad about Gimmel, and Anya says it’s pretty much impossible to impersonate him, and anything that tried would be in for a world of hurt.
“So, to make a long story short:” (“Too late,” muttered Dawn.) “Xander’s got a lot of luck, we love each other, and I’ve been given to him. Gimmel gave out his Reward, and I was magically transported to Xander’s living room.” Buffy decided that Dawn really didn’t need to hear the part about how she’d been naked, blindfolded, gagged, and magically bound to Faith on Xander’s coffee table. Or that in order to free them, Xander had had to accept his reward, by making love to both of them.
“How does Anya feel about this?” asked Dawn.
“I think, at first, she was kinda in awe of the idea that Xander got a Reward from Gimmel, and she figures that, as Xander’s girlfriend, she’s entitled to her share of it. He really does love her, you know. I know she rubs you the wrong way, sometimes, but she’s having to learn how to be a human being all over again, in a world that’s nothing like the one she originally grew up in. She’s making the effort, and I can admire that.”
“And she’s not going to be calling up one of her old vengeance pals, if she catches you and Xander kissing?”
“Not at all.” Buffy blushed. “In fact, the first time, it was her idea.”
“So, what? Now you, and Anya and Xander are part of some kinky threesome?”
“Of course not,” said Buffy. “It’s a foursome.” Her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “Oh god, I can’t believe I said that!” Dawn was looking stunned, and for a moment Buffy wondered if Xander’s comments about telling Dawn the truth were compelling her to do so, but she didn’t think that was the case. She was still leaving lots of things out of what she was telling her little sister. Maybe telling the truth was habit forming, or the week of enforced honesty with Faith, Xander and Anya was making her inner censor atrophy. Or maybe it was just that Anya was rubbing off on her.
“Foursome?” squeaked Dawn. “Who else is involved?”
“Well, the punishment was for the Slayer, and Gimmel didn’t seem to know that there were two of us, so when I was transported to Xander’s apartment, Faith was too.”
“Faith is out of jail?” asked Dawn. “Why hasn’t it been on the news?”
“Gimmel,” said Buffy. “As far as the State of California is concerned, she’s been released into Xander’s custody. He’s got both of us.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Faith and I had some problems, but we’ve talked things through, and we’ve got the worst of them sorted out. She really has changed, Dawn. She isn’t the person she used to be. She really wants to be Different.”
“So, you just forgive and forget what she did to Mom and me?”
“I’m not forgetting anything, but she made me understand it, a little bit, and yeah, I’m finding I can forgive her.”
“Understand what?” asked Dawn. “Why she hit Mom, left me tied and gagged in my room, and then went to threaten Mom with a knife? What’s to understand?”
“I don’t think she’d figured it out, at that point, but she was so disgusted with who she was, and what she’d done, that she was trying to goad me into killing her, and when that didn’t work, she went to L.A., and tried the same thing again with Angel: attacking his friends, so he’d do it for her.”
“And you just believed her, when she said that?”
“Yeah, I did. It wasn’t easy, but I do believe her. Xander told us to be honest with each other.”
“So, now you’re in a foursome with Xander, Faith, and Anya?” asked Dawn.
Buffy wound up telling Dawn much more about her relationship with Xander, Faith, and Anya than she had originally planned. Dawn had a much broader knowledge of sex (at least in theory) than Buffy would have believed. She certainly seemed to know more than Buffy had, at that age. She managed (barely) to keep any mention of the bondage, or spankings, or dominance and submission stuff out of their conversation. “Just where are you learning all this stuff?” she eventually asked.
“The Internet,” said Dawn. “There’s some really whacked out Harry Potter fanfic out there.” She shuddered. “Harry and Draco. Yecch!”
“Maybe Mom’s going to have to turn up the parental control settings on your computer.”
Dawn scoffed at that idea. “I’ve taken lessons from Willow. Do you really think Mom, or you, could lock me out?”
“Maybe we should move your computer down here, where we can see what you’re doing.”
“Then I’d just have to read that stuff on my friends’ computers.” Dawn sighed. “You guys are so lucky. I wish that Gimmel had you mixed up with me, instead of Faith, so I could be a part of it.”
Buffy shuddered (and not in a good way) at the image that conjured up in her mind: seeing Dawn bound in Xander’s bedroom, the way Faith had been that morning: tightly wrapped in leather straps, and unable to move at all while he fucked her. She found the image to be completely unappealing, unlike how she’d felt about Faith at the time. She was glad to discover that there were some sexual excesses that she still found to be completely beyond the pale. She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
“So, if Xander’s supposed to be super-lucky now, how come he’s still a klutz?” asked Dawn. “I mean, just look at what happened with that girl in the hospital?”
Ben was fuming. It had taken him hours to track down that missing chart. If someone hadn’t noticed that it had been misfiled in the maternity ward, he’d still be looking for it. It wasn’t even that there was a medical reason for the chart to be found. Mr. Tyler had been discharged after having a minor sprain to his ankle—that he’d gotten trying to play touch football with his grandkids—taped up. He hadn’t even needed anything stronger than over-the-counter pain medication for his injury. The only people who really cared about what was in his chart now were in the billing department, so they would know how much to charge Medicare.
The search for the chart had extended his already overly-long shift, and he was beyond tired. He was having trouble staying awake on his drive home. He was worried that his “sister” would be able to take advantage of his weakness, and make another appearance, as she’d been doing more and more often, recently. He’d noticed that the psychiatric ward was filling up with her victims. If he couldn’t find some way to shove her back down permanently, soon, he’d have to do something about that. Maybe he could summon a Quellor demon to clean up after her.
He never saw the truck’s headlights, until it was much too late.
Overland trucker was just the life for a Qualxick demon. He got to move constantly from town to town, so he was never in one place long enough for anyone to notice the rise in disappearing children. He preferred children, because they were small enough that he could completely consume them, before they started going bad, and so never had to worry about disposing of any remains. He was always careful to never eat in any of the towns where he had pickups, or deliveries, or even on the most direct routes between, so there was never any record of him ever being in any those towns. It had been nearly a week since his last meal, and he was starting to get a bit peckish. Maybe he’d stop in Oxnard, after making this final drop off, to get something to eat. It had been a couple of years since he’d eaten there. Another missing kid wouldn’t raise any special alarms with anyone.
The evening traffic was light. He didn’t really have to pay that much attention to the road. He consulted his map of Sunnydale, to make sure he knew where he was going. He didn’t see the stop sign, or the car crossing the intersection in front of him.
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