Buffy closed and locked her bedroom door. She thought that she’d change into something more comfortable before she started studying, so she started to take off her clothes. As she removed each item that Xander had provided for her, it flashed, and vanished. His magic clothes certainly made doing the laundry easier, but she sometimes wondered if they’d ever vanish that way while she was out in public. The thought excited her.
She put on the top of her yummy sushi pyjamas, but left the bottoms where they were. The top was big enough that it covered her well enough if she had to go out to the bathroom or something like that, as long as she was careful about how she moved, and didn’t allow anyone to follow her up the stairs. She got the stack of books on the French Revolution that she’d checked out of the university library and placed them on the bed, along with her notebook. She moved her pillows so she could lean back against them as she sat on her bed. She picked up one of her books, rested it in her lap, and opened it to the page she had marked. Her right hand held her pencil, poised write in the notebook beside her on the bed, and she slipped her left hand in between her legs. Xander had told her she could play with her Reward Ring while she studied, so she slipped her ring finger through it. It fit perfectly, and Buffy couldn’t help thinking that the gold ring symbolized a connection between her and Xander more profound than any engagement, or wedding ring. She slowly rubbed her finger, and the ring it was through, against her clit as she started to read about Jean-Paul Marat. Her link with Faith was running at a low ebb, and she knew that Faith, Anya and Xander were just getting home.
The light flashed as Xander closed their apartment door. He turned back toward Faith, and wasn’t surprised to see that her clothes had vanished. In their place were narrow leather straps criss-crossing around her body, linked by small gold rings. They were pulled tight, so that the leather dug into her skin. Triangles of leather surrounded her breasts, like the seams of a bra, but her ample bosom jutted outward, along with the rings that had reappeared in her nipples.
Faith’s arms were pulled back behind her, cuffed to a chain that went down, between her legs, and back up to link to the mesh of leather just below her navel. The chain was pulled so taut that it nearly disappeared into the cleft of her pussy. He looked between Faith, and Anya, who was also eying Faith with appreciation. “Looks like my girls want to play,” said Xander. “Faith, go into the bedroom.”
“Yes, Sir!” Faith quickly turned away from him, and walked down the hall to their bedroom door. Xander admired the way her bare ass swayed as she walked. She had to turn around to reach the doorknob with her cuffed hands, and the motion of reaching for it made the chain between her legs sink even deeper into her pussy. Xander could tell that it caused her pain, and that she enjoyed it.
He turned his attention back to Anya, after Faith had disappeared into the bedroom. He kissed her lightly on the lips. “How do you want to see her, when we go in there?” he asked.
Anya considered this for a moment. “I want her on her back on the bed,” she said. “I want her feet up over her head, spread wide apart, and fastened to the headboard, along with her wrists.”
“That sounds good,” said Xander, and there was a flash of light through their bedroom door. “Let’s go take a look.”
Faith was on the bed, exactly the way Anya had described her, and Xander had imagined. Her pussy was openly displayed to them both, glistening with moisture, and framed by a triangle of leather straps. She was also gagged, and blindfolded. Xander looked from Faith, to Anya, and back to Faith, feeling his cock hardening in his pants. He decided that Faith could wait, and turned his attention back to Anya, and kissed her. His hands moved over her body, finding the buttons of her blouse, and undoing them. They moved in under her clothes and caressed her skin. Anya’s hands were doing the same with him. They didn’t turn their attention back to Faith until after they had both removed all of each other’s clothes. Then they crawled onto the bed together.
They started by kissing Faith’s bare thighs, before moving inward toward her pussy. They took turns, kissing and licking at it, and at the ring piercing the hood of her clit. They took frequent breaks from kissing Faith’s pussy, to kiss each other, and to taste Faith on each other’s lips. Xander’s hand had crept down between Anya’s legs, to slowly rub at her clit with his fingers, and Anya’s hand was stroking his hard cock. He was nearly ready to come, but he didn’t want it to be Anya’s hand that finished him off.
He pulled his mouth away from Faith’s pussy, and gave Anya a quick kiss. “You can have her all to yourself for the next little while,” he told her. He moved down the bed until he was kneeling behind his girlfriend, and took a moment just to appreciate her round ass. He ran his hands over it, and then in between her legs, to push his fingers deep into her pussy. He knew that, the state he was in, he’d come nearly immediately if he started fucking her now.
Xander pumped his fingers into Anya’s pussy, as she used her mouth, and fingers, on Faith’s. He could tell from the noises she was making that Anya was nearly ready too, and he withdrew his hand, licked her juices from his fingers, and sank his cock deep inside her. He felt Anya clasping around him as he pumped his hips, and heard her slurping at Faith’s pussy. He heard Faith grunting around the gag in her mouth, and saw her shudder with her orgasm. He heard, and felt, Anya come around him, and then groaned out his own orgasm, pounding himself hard into her clenching pussy.
Xander collapsed onto the bed beside Anya. He looked at her, and up at Faith, still bound to the headboard of the bed. He wanted her free, and the light flashed. Faith’s bonds were gone, and she swung her legs down, between Xander and Anya. They both crawled their way up along opposite sides of Faith’s body, kissing her all the way. They each took one of Faith’s nipples into their mouths, and alternated sucking, and biting at it, just the way she liked.
Xander’s cock was hard again. It seemed that, ever since this Reward had started, he was nearly constantly aroused whenever he was in the presence of any of his girls. He’d thought that he’d had some marathon sex sessions with Anya before this started, but now… He’d actually lost count of how many times he’d come that day, and he was still ready for more, and he felt great. Some of his earlier experiences with Anya had taught him that there was a limit to just how much sex one man could endure in a short period of time, before it started to become painful, but now… He’d gone far beyond that point, and still felt ready for more. More than ready. He was eager for it.
Anya’s hand came across Faith’s body, and grasped his cock. She stroked him slowly while they continued to nuzzle at Faith’s tits. Anya pulled her mouth away from Faith’s nipple with an audible pop and smiled across at Xander. “I want to watch you make love to her.”
Xander smiled back at her. “Anything, for you, love.” He leaned across Faith’s bosom to kiss Anya.
Anya scooted off the bed, and went to get the chair from her vanity. She placed it beside the bed, and sat down on it, with her legs spread wide, and her hand on her pussy. “You can begin now,” she said.
“Yes, dear.” Xander slid himself down the bed, and then moved up between Faith’s legs. He lifted her thighs over his shoulders as he homed in on her pussy. He spent some time just admiring it, stroking it lightly with his finger tips, softly blowing air across it, or giving it flicks with his tongue. There was an extra large gold ring joining the straps that were wrapped around Faith’s torso, just below her pussy, that was like a bull’s-eye around her anus. Xander knew that it was just barely large enough to let his cock through to it, but he decided to forgo that pleasure, for now.
Xander started to work his way up along Faith’s body, kissing and licking her as he went, until he reached her breasts. He lingered there for a bit, holding one in each hand, and moving his mouth back and forth between them, sucking, licking and biting her nipples. Faith’s legs wrapped around his waist, and her hips rocked against him.
Xander licked and kissed his way across Faith’s chest. The tip of his hard cock rubbed against her slit. He shifted himself a bit farther up her body, until his cock was rubbing against her Reward Ring. Faith groaned under him.
“Fuck her, Xander,” said Anya. “She wants you to fuck her.”
“Yes, Xander. Please?” said Faith.
“I want to see your cock pounding into her pussy!” said Anya.
Xander looked at Faith. He watched her face as he adjusted the position of his hips to bring his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her as he slowly pressed himself into her.
“Oh yes, Xander,” said Anya. “Fuck her!”
Faith’s words were muffled by Xander’s mouth on hers. He concentrated on her as he withdrew himself, and pressed into her again. Faith’s legs were wrapped around his hips, and her arms were around his back. He poured himself into her. In this moment she was his entire world. His purpose was to give her pleasure.
Anya kept urging him on, giving him orders for how to better please Faith. Xander heard her, and to some extent, obeyed her. He wanted to make this as good for Faith as he could. He submerged himself in the sensations of Faith’s pussy clenching around his cock, her arms and legs wrapped around his body, her mouth on his. His hands squeezed and pinched at her tits in time with his cock thrusting into her. His motions were governed by how she responded to him. This was the Difference. When Xander made love to Faith, he was making love to Faith. In that moment, she was his world.
Xander’s hips moved faster, spilling himself into Faith. Their mouths stifled each other’s groans. Xander’s movement stopped, with his cock buried deep inside her. He pulled his face back from hers, and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Faith,” he said softly. “I will always love you. Whatever happens, whatever we do, I want you to know that.”
“I know, Xander,” sighed Faith. “I love you too.”
Xander heard a wimper Anya’s direction, and looked over at her. She was sitting in her chair with her legs spread wide, and the fingers of one hand sawing at her clit, while the other squeezed her breast. He smiled down at Faith. “I think your mistress could use a little help from your tongue.”
“Yes, Sir!” said Faith, and Xander rolled himself off her. Faith rolled the other way, off the side of the bed, and went down on her knees in front of Anya. “May I be of service, Mistress?” she asked.
Anya’s hand came away from her pussy. “Oh yes, Faith, you may!”
Faith pressed her face in between Anya’s legs, and Xander could hear her slurping away at Anya’s cunt. Anya put both of her hands to work kneading her breasts, and rolling her nipples between her fingers. He took hold of his cock, and slowly started to stroke it while he watched Faith bring off his girlfriend.
When Anya came down from her orgasm, she unwrapped her legs from around Faith’s head, placed her hands on Faith’s cheeks, and lifted her face up to her own for a long, slow, deep kiss. She pulled away eventually, and smiled at the girl. “Thank you, Faith. You are becoming very good at cunnilingus.”
Faith ducked her head. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, let’s go practice fellatio on Xander. He looks like he’s ready for us now.”
Faith turned to look at Xander’s cock, which had become rigid in his hand again. “Oh yes, Mistress!”
Xander lay back as Anya and Faith crawled onto the bed. They took up positions on either side of him, and Anya reached out to take his hand away from his cock. Faith took hold him instead, slowly stroking his shaft. Both women leaned in together, and licked their way up opposite sides of his penis, until their tongues met after passing over his tip. They moved down again, and their mouths closed around him, like they were kissing each other, with his cock between them. They moved their mouths up his shaft together. Xander groaned, and couldn’t help thinking about the missing member of their group. He wondered what Buffy was doing.
Buffy lay bound to her bed, with her wrists and ankles fastened to her headboard, in the same position that she knew Faith had been in earlier that evening. Her link with Faith had flared open shortly after she, Xander and Anya had arrived at home, and she had found herself naked and bound, the same way Faith had been, including a leather hood over her head that blinded her, and held a penis gag in her mouth.
Their link had let her feel everything that Faith was feeling, first as Xander and Anya had gone down on her, and then when Xander made love to her. She had heard Xander’s voice when he told Faith that he loved her, and it had been like he was talking to her too. She had been with Faith when she had gone down on Anya, and had savoured the taste of their Mistress’s pussy. And now it was like the gag in her mouth was Xander’s cock. She silently wished that she could take it all the way into her throat, the way Faith was taking Xander.
Buffy pulled at her restraints. She wanted to be able to touch herself. For all that she was sharing Faith’s sensations, they were only an echo of the real thing, and she had been unable to come. She had felt Faith coming, time and again, but it hadn’t been enough to put her over the edge, herself. Her pussy was sopping wet, and she could feel its overflowing juices running down over her ass, and making a wet spot on her bed. She wanted to have something pushed into her cunt, and her ass. She wanted someone to pull and twist on her Reward Ring, and bite at her nipples. She wanted to have her ass spanked. She knew that almost any touch would make her come, but she was unable free herself, no matter how hard she tried. Her bed creaked as she strained at her bonds. She knew that the Reward magic must be reinforcing it, that was the only reason it hadn’t broken long ago.
She could feel and taste Xander’s cock in her mouth, as Faith sucked at it. Buffy sucked at the gag in her mouth that she knew, without seeing, was shaped exactly like Xander’s cock. She sucked, and licked at it, wishing that it was the real thing, that he was about to come into her mouth, as her link with Faith was telling her Xander was about to do.
She felt it when Faith pulled away, to let Anya finish him off. She saw through Faith’s eyes as Anya’s mouth went down around him, and she saw him buck, and heard him groan. And then Anya was kissing Faith, sharing Xander’s semen with her, letting her take some of his cum from her tongue, so that they could swallow it together. Buffy swallowed too, but it was only her own saliva that she felt going down her throat.
The light flashed, and most of Buffy’s restraints vanished. Only the gag remained, which she considered a good thing. As soon as her hands had been able to move, one of them had gone down between her legs, to press hard into her pussy, and against her Reward Ring. The other had gone to her tits, to pinch and twist at her nipples as hard as she could. The double dose of pain and pleasure from her nipples and clit had her trying to scream around the gag as she came. If it hadn’t been there, Dawn and her mother would surely have heard her.
The gag vanished, but Buffy didn’t stop masturbating. She regretted that she had left her vibrator at Xander’s apartment. She wanted something bigger than her fingers in her pussy. Ideally, she wanted Xander’s cock, but that option was out, at the moment. She got off her bed, with her hand still between her legs, and went to her dresser. A hair brush with a nice smooth plastic handle was sitting on top of it, and she took that, and returned to lie on her bed. She removed her fingers from her cunt, and slid the cold plastic handle into her. She pumped the brush hard, and twisted it around while the fingers of her other hand stroked at her clit. This time, when she came, she managed to keep herself from uttering more than a soft wimper.
She pulled the brush from her pussy, and sat up on her bed. She saw that the pyjama top she’d been wearing when this had all started was now draped over the back of her chair, and she went to put it on, before going to the bathroom. She took the brush with her so she could wash it, after first licking as much of her pussy juice as she could from it with her tongue.
Faith was dressed in her Slayer uniform, watching Xander throw darts at a map of Sunnydale with his eyes closed, and trying not to pay too much attention to what her link with Buffy told her she was doing. She had been feeling Buffy’s building frustration all the while she’d been having sex with Xander and Anya, and was happy that B was finally getting to relieve some of it.
The darts were another experiment with Xander’s luck. They were trying to see if it could tell them where they should patrol. The experiment had worked out pretty well the night before. One of his darts had landed on the cemetery where they had encountered Spike, and another had been at the intersection where they’d come across the traffic accident. She wondered if they should have gotten there earlier, maybe they might have been there soon enough to save that intern, but she couldn’t imagine how. If they’d been at the intersection at the right time to prevent the accident, they would have missed Spike and Harmony in the cemetery, and the girl Harmony had been feeding on would have died. Faith decided not to dwell on the might-have-been missed opportunity to save someone. There were plenty of people that she had harmed directly to feel guilty about.
Xander threw the last dart, and opened his eyes to see where it, and the others had landed. “Huh!” he said, seeing the tight cluster of darts all within the same block on the map. “I was trying to spread them around.”
“Looks like there’s something going down in that part of town tonight,” said Faith. “If I remember right, there’s an old abandoned factory there. Maybe we should swing by B’s place and pick her up too.”
Xander shook his head. “I don’t want to take her away from her mother, in case she needs her.” He went to the map, pulled out one of the darts, backed away from it, closed his eyes, and spun around. “This one is for where Buffy should be tonight.” He threw the dart, and opened his eyes in time to see it thud into the map by Revello Drive, just where Buffy’s house was. “Looks like we’re handling this on our own.”
Xander drove them to the factory. Faith’s memory of the place turned out to be pretty accurate. If anything it was even more run down than she’d remembered. They parked the car in the shadows between widely spaced working street lights, and got out to scout the area. There didn’t seem to be any signs of life, or even unlife, in the area, but Faith’s spider sense was tingling. There was something around here.
They found it in the parking lot of the abandoned factory. A huge vampire roared, and charged at them. Faith got herself between it, and Xander, and fended off its attacks. It was big, and unusually strong, but it wasn’t a skilled fighter. Faith figured that he’d been a street brawler when he was still alive, and hadn’t used his time as one of the undead to hone his skill. Unfortunately he seemed to have an innate ability to anticipate and block her attempts to stake him.
Faith’s connection with Buffy flared open, and she could feel B there with her, watching what was happening. She could sense the more experienced Slayer analyzing the vampire’s moves, and telling her just how she should feint in order to create the opening she needed to finish the vamp off.
When the vampire’s dust had settled she felt something else through her link with Buffy. It seemed that even the vicarious experience of slaying a vampire set off the hornies in Buffy these days, and since she was alone in her bedroom at home she hadn’t resisted the urge. She could feel that B’s fingers were already on her Reward Ring as their link faded, and wished she could join in, but she had other things she had to concentrate on, for the moment. She was sure that Xander would give her something much better than her fingers, after their patrol was over.
Xander was there with her now, giving her body a good look, and this time there was none of the usual lust in it. “You okay?” he asked. “I didn’t see him get any good hits in, but you guys were moving so fast, I might have missed it.”
“I’m good!” said Faith. “B helped me finish him off.” She saw Xander’s raised eyebrows, and pointed to her head. “Our link, she helped with the strategizing…and now she’s busy giving herself a happy. Lucky girl.”
“Right,” said Xander. “I didn’t need to know that, on patrol.” He looked around the parking lot. “There’s got to be more to this place than one oversized vampire.”
Faith felt Buffy’s presence in her mind recede even further, and she and Xander started to look for a way into the factory that wouldn’t involve breaking anything. Faith didn’t have any compunctions about it, but Xander insisted. Among other things, he told her, finding an open door or window would make less noise, and leave fewer traces of their being there, if anyone came looking later.
They didn’t find any unlocked doors or windows, but they did find a spherical orb, about nine inches in diameter. It glowed with a soft yellow light. Faith pulled a plastic bag out of one of the pouches on her utility belt that they could put it in to conceal its glow, and make it easier for Xander to carry.
After circling the building, Xander relented, and let Faith break the padlock off one of the doors to let them inside. Faith led him up a dark stairway to the top floor of the factory. She was tempted to tell him to take the orb back out of the bag, to give him some light to see by, but she didn’t. She suspected that he’d refuse, anyway.
On the top floor, they found a heavy metal door that had been knocked off its hinges. Faith had to wonder about the strength that it would take to do something like that. She didn’t think that she would have been able to. There was a man in the room, slumped over, tied to a chair. At first Faith thought hat he was dead—there was another man lying on the floor who very obviously was dead, and had been for at least a day—but then she saw that he was breathing.
The man woke up as she used one of her knives to cut him free from the chair. He was dressed in a brown robe like a monk’s, made of course fabric. He was wearing sandals on his feet, instead of shoes. Dried blood streaked his face, from wounds in his scalp. “No!” he muttered. “I won’t tell you!”
“Tell me what?” asked Faith. “I haven’t asked you anything. I’m here to help.”
The monk looked around wildly. “The Beast! The Abomination! She was here!”
“Well, she’s not here now,” said Faith. “Just me, and Xander. We’ll get you out of here.”
“Must warn the Slayer,” said the monk. “She must protect the Key. The Beast mustn’t find it!”
“What key?” asked Faith. “I’m the Slayer. What key must I protect?”
The monk’s eyes focused on her for the first time. “No! You’re a trick! You’re not the Slayer!”
“You’re talking about Buffy, the other Slayer,” said Faith.
“Only one!” said the monk. “Not you! You’re trying to trick me! You work for the Beast!”
“I don’t work for any beasts,” said Faith, “and there are two Slayers now, but a lot of people don’t seem to have gotten the memo on that. What’s this key for? Where do we find it?”
“The Key…opens all the gates…to everything,” said the monk. “I won’t tell you where it is. Only the Slayer may know.”
“Is it a glowy orb?” Xander held up the bag. “About this big?”
“No,” said the Monk. “Dagon Sphere…supposed to repel the Beast…didn’t work…”
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