Anya’s hand came down on Buffy’s bare ass. “Ten! Thank you, Mistress!” Buffy was leaning over the kitchen table to take her spanks.
Anya sat back down at the table. “Yes, you were very naughty, not telling us you needed more time for studying. I’ve fallen behind in my own studies, ever since this Reward started, and now that I’m working with Giles at the Magic Box. I’ll schedule a couple of hours of regular study time for both of us, in the evenings. Will that be sufficient?”
“Yes, Mistress. I think so,” said Buffy.
“If you need more, be sure to tell us.” Anya held out her empty coffee mug to Buffy. “Now, refill this.”
Buffy took the mug. “Yes, Mistress. Right away.” She first went to the sink to rinse the dregs from bottom of the mug, before going to the coffee maker on the counter to refill it with fresh coffee, and then adding the precise amounts of milk and sugar that Anya preferred.
“So,” said Xander. “Anything else going on?”
“The hardwood we ordered is going to be delivered to the apartment this afternoon,” said Anya. “You were right, we could get a better price through your company’s supplier. I did get find us a bargain on tiles for the new bathroom, though.”
“Better than our usual supplier?” asked Xander.
“It’s a discontinued line,” said Anya. “They aren’t making it anymore. They’ve got almost enough to do the whole place.”
“‘Almost enough’ isn’t enough,” said Xander.
“We can use some more expensive tile as an accent, to make up the difference,” said Buffy, placing Anya’s coffee mug on the table in front of her. “I saw it on a design show. 90% inexpensive tile, 10% high quality accent, makes something looking 100% custom.”
“You’re the expert,” said Xander. It was an arrangement that they had come to quickly for the renovation of their new apartment: Anya handled the budget, Buffy took care of the aesthetics, and he had the construction knowledge, with Faith as his apprentice. He thought that things would work out really well.
The bathrooms in the new apartment—other than the master bath—were a disaster. Xander hadn’t been kidding about not wanting to enter them without hazmat gear. Fortunately, his ability to dress Buffy and Faith in whatever manner his imagination could come up with, came up with quite the hazmat outfits for them.
They both looked like they had been dipped in liquid black vinyl while wearing spike heeled shoes. Their heads were covered in hoods, with goggles over their eyes. The grills of air filters jutted out over their cheeks. They were not able to talk in their outfits, so they could only acknowledge his instructions with nods of their heads. He supervised them while they hung sheets of plastic to keep dust and mould spores from the upstairs bathroom demolition being transported throughout the rest of the apartment. He left them to their demolition work, while he went back to the bedroom to patch the holes in the subfloor, and the drywall.
The vinyl coating Buffy’s body was uncomfortable, and restricted her movement. The gag stuffed into her mouth was porous enough to breath through, but it didn’t let her speak. Fortunately, she didn’t have to speak when working with Faith. Their connection made words between them superfluous. Faith knew what they had to do to demolish the bathroom, so they worked together to do it. They tore down the walls, ripped up the floors, and dumped everything into a bin that was small enough to fit into the elevator. It was a thrill taking the bin down the elevator, to dispose of into the dumpster. Buffy was ashamed to be seen the way she wasn’t dressed, but that excited her too.
It hadn’t taken him long to patch the holes in the floor, or to patch the drywall in the bedroom. Xander had lots of practice patching holes in drywall. Now he just had to wait for the mud to dry, before they could sand and paint. He moved on to the deck around the pool, which was in need of a good washing. He had borrowed a power washer from work and used it to spray down the deck, blasting away a year or two of accumulated grime. He was just finishing up when Buffy and Faith appeared, in their vinyl bio-hazard suits.
“All finished with the bathroom demolition?” he asked them.
Buffy and Faith both nodded at him.
He looked at them both, standing before him covered from head to toe in the dust from the demolition. He turned the power sprayer to the sky, so the water from it rained down over them. They both spun under the falling water, letting it wash the dust from their bodies, and giving Xander wonderful views of them from all angles. They kept turning until their vinyl coated bodies glistened.
He turned the sprayer off, and just looked at Buffy and Faith for a few seconds, still not believing his luck, having these two beautiful girls at his beck and call…but they were his to command.
“Inside!” he ordered, pointing to the doors to the room that would become their home gym.
Buffy and Faith rushed to comply, running back into the apartment. Xander followed them at a more leisurely pace, admiring their ‘backs’ all the way. He slid the glass door shut behind him as he entered. Buffy and Faith were waiting for him, nearly bouncing on their toes in their black vinyl outfits.
“Back to back,” ordered Xander, “with your arms and legs spread wide.”
His Slayers moved quickly to comply, and the Reward light flashed. They were both suspended in the centre of a steel ring, dangling from the ceiling, with their arms held out at the ten, and two o’clock positions, and their legs at four and eight.
Xander stepped up in front of Faith, and gave her vinyl coated nipple a tweak. Both Slayers quivered. He reached up again, and pinched her nipple hard, and pulled, setting them both spinning slowly in front of him. He stopped their spin with a hand on Buffy’s breast, and gave her a tweak too. He looked more closely at them, and what had—until now— been a perfectly smooth black surface, was now studded with loose tabs, just the right size for him to grab hold of. He reached out to a tab beneath Buffy’s tits, grabbed hold of it, and yanked.
It felt like a band-aide being ripped off suddenly, as several square inches of vinyl were pulled from her skin. Then Buffy felt Xander squeezing her nipple between his fingers, and pulling, swinging them around until Faith was facing him, and then she felt the echo of Faith’s pain through their link as Xander ripped off a patch of her coating.
The goggles covering their eyes had gone opaque, as soon as Xander had suspended them, and their hoods now blocked out all sound. The masks that they were breathing through filtered out all odours. It was an effort just to breath. The only sensation left to them was feel: the feel of Xander ripping piece after piece of their coverings away from them.
They wanted to scream, but their mouths were full of the gags held in place by their hoods. Bit by bit, he tore another strip of plastic from their bodies: each one also taking the last little bits of body hair that they had remaining. It was like Xander was giving them both a full body wax job.
Xander spun his Slayers around once again, and then stopped them, with Buffy facing him. She had once been completely covered in black vinyl, but now he had ripped most of it away from her front. She was now covered in what looked like gloves that came up to just above her elbows, and boots that rose to mid-thigh…and little pasties that covered her nipples, and another triangle of plastic over her crotch. He ripped the pasties from Buffy’s nipples, and watched her shudder from the pain induced orgasm. He spun them around again, and did the same with Faith.
When he ripped the final piece of plastic away from Buffy’s pussy, it took her landing strip of pubic hair with it. It also unleashed a stream of Buffy’s essence, that started to drip to the floor, and run down her legs. He knelt quickly in front of her, and pressed his mouth to her snatch, to lick up as much of it as he could, and to tease her to a new climax with his tongue on her clit, and Reward ring.
He stayed on his knees when he spun them again, bringing Faith’s crotch around in front of his face. This time he was ready when he ripped the bit of vinyl away from her pussy, and had his mouth in place to catch nearly every drop of her nectar.
Faith wanted to scream as Xander’s tongue propelled her over another precipice of pleasure. Then she felt him moving slowly up her body, licking, kissing, nipping at her flesh. His teeth nibbled at her nipples, and then at her neck, and then she felt his cock penetrating deep into her pussy.
He was still fully clothed. She could feel the fabric of his shirt pressing against her tits. He’d opened his belt, and his fly, and she could feel the roughness of his zipper sawing at her thighs as he fucked her. His arms had reached around her, to grab Buffy’s tits. Her link with her sister slave was wide open, and she could feel his fingers mauling Buffy’s breasts, his nails sinking painfully into their skin, making them both come.
And then Xander was gone, but only for a moment while the Slayers felt themselves spinning around, but then he was back, fucking Buffy’s pussy while he mauled Faith’s tits. Baith loved it. She loved the pleasure of Xander’s cock in her pussy, and the pain of his fingers squeezing her tits. Her ecstasy rose to even higher levels, where time had no meaning. She couldn’t have said if it lasted for ten minutes, or ten seconds. All she knew was that as her arousal rose higher and higher, she craved for her release to come, and then after she reached the apex, and began her fall, she wished that it had taken longer.
Xander was still hard inside them, but he stepped back, breaking contact, and suddenly their hands and feet were released and they fell to their knees on the floor. Their hands were pulled around behind their backs, and bound into place there. The section of their hoods covering their mouths vanished, and they drew in deep breaths of unrestricted air.
They could hear now, too. The could hear Xander ordering them to come suck his dick. They followed the sound of his voice, walking on their knees, until they were close enough that his hands could take hold of their heads, and guide them the last little way to his cock.
He brought their mouths in on either side of him, so that their lips touched in a kiss around him. They both moved their mouths up along his shaft, licking at him, savouring the mixed taste of their essences clinging to him until they reached his tip. They both took turns, teasing him with flicks of their tongues over and around his head, before one of them (it didn’t matter which—they were so deeply merged that it might as well have been either) sucked him deep into her throat, while the other licked her way back down his cock to his balls, to suck on them.
It didn’t matter to them who was sucking on Xander, but he wanted both of them to have their turns, so every so often he would push one of their heads back, and pull the other in to take its place. It made no difference to Fuffy which of their mouths was sucking on Xander’s cock. The only thing that mattered was that his cock was in one of their mouths.
They whimpered when he pushed both of their heads back, but then he ordered them to open wide, and stick out their tongues. The first gush of his seed came out onto Baith’s tongue, and across her nose and cheeks. The second spurt went into Fuffy’s mouth, and dribbled down her chin. Another spurt hit Baith’s face and then another trickled over Fuffy’s.
Baith felt Xander’s gentle hands taking hold of her heads, pressing them toward each other. “Clean your faces,” he said quietly, and they did, licking his semen from their cheeks, chins, lips and noses. The light flashed, and Fuffy blinked in the light hitting her eyes, now that their hoods were gone. The steady pressure of Xander’s hands against the sides of their faces lifted them up onto their feet. He kissed Baith, and then he kissed Fuffy.
Xander looked at his two Slayers, his heart full of love for both of them. He wondered how he could be so lucky to have two such beautiful creatures at his beck and call. He knew that he had to care for them, and cherish them, and something more. He had to trust them. Trust them to do as he ordered…up to but not beyond the point that they needed to be ordered.
“Turn around,” he said.
Buffy and Faith both turned, revealing their backs to him. Their backs that were still coated in black vinyl. He reached up and brushed Faith’s hair away from her neck, dug his finger nails under the fringe of plastic, and slowly peeled back enough to let him grab hold of it, and yank.
Faith screamed from the pain, but he had learned to tell the difference between real pain, and the ecstatic pain that his Slayers loved, and this was definitely the second sort. So much so that he didn’t hesitate at all before he did the same with the strip of vinyl on Buffy’s back.
He listened to Buffy’s scream of ecstasy, and watched both of his Slayers quake in orgasmic joy. He smiled at them both. “Come on,” he said. “Anya’s waiting at home.” He waved his hand toward the door back out to the main room of the new apartment’s lower level. He followed them out the door, and up the stairs, enjoying the view that gave him of their asses every step of the way.
The last of the vinyl flashed away from them when they reached the master bathroom, and Xander ordered his Slayers to undress him, before they took their shower together. The shower itself was done quickly, with them all taking turns while two of them scrubbed down the other with soapy hands. Xander resisted the urge to have sex with his Slayers again, since they still had Anya waiting for them at home, and she’d be upset if they were late.
Faith didn’t know what woke her up. The apartment was dark and quiet, and she was snuggled comfortably in between Xander and Anya. Buffy was asleep on the other side of their mistress, and Faith could sense the echos of some erotic dreams bouncing around in her head. Thoughts that had Faith’s hand moving down toward her pussy, and the return of a sensation that she hadn’t felt since the Reward had started.
Instead of just bare skin on her mons, her fingers encountered the soft curls of short pubic hair. Somehow it had already grown out past the itchy-scratchy stage. She grinned as her fingers traced the V shaped outline of her new patch, a V that she didn’t have to look at to know that it was perfectly framing her small heart shaped tattoo. She considered waking Xander, so that she could show it to him, but she knew that he’d be see it soon enough. She went back to sleep imagining how Xander would take his time, exploring this latest change.
Buffy hadn’t seen her mother or sister for nearly a week, when she arrived at her house for dinner on Sunday. Between school, Slaying, working on the new apartment, and being of whatever service she could to Xander and Anya, there hadn’t been much time for anything else, but Xander had ordered her to make some time for her family, so here she was.
“I’m home!” she called out as she opened the door, and it felt true. She had multiple homes now, each with their own particular draws. Xander’s apartment, their new place—which was nearly ready for them to move into—and this house with her mother and sister. Each of them was “home” to her now, in different ways.
Her mother came out of the kitchen. “Hello, Buffy. Dinner’s almost ready. What’s that you’ve got?”
Buffy held up the maple board she was carrying. “Finish samples,” she said. “Xander’s got your cabinets almost done, he wants to know what sort of finish you want on them: light, dark, or no stain, satin or gloss finish. He made this so you can see what they all look like.”
“I like the dark one,” said Dawn from the stairway.
Joyce took the sample board from Buffy, and carried it through into the dining room, where there was lots of natural light coming in through the big front windows. She looked at it carefully, with a critical eye. “I do like the dark stain, but I’m afraid that some of the pieces might be lost against such a dark background. Many of them tend to be pretty dark, themselves.”
“You don’t have to pick just one colour,” said Buffy. “Xander can do each one differently. A dark stained cabinet to set off some of your lighter coloured sculptures, a light stain for the darker ones. Something in the middle for the rest.”
“That could work,” said her mother. “I’ll think about it over dinner. You two can set the table now.”
Buffy told her mother and Dawn about the progress they were making, getting the new apartment ready. “We’re almost done on the upstairs part,” she said. “The walls are all patched, and painted, and the new floor is down. Just some trim work, and finishing the bathroom left to do. We’re going to be moving in next weekend. The next big project is going to be redoing the kitchen.”
“Will that be done, before you move?” asked her mother.
Buffy shook her head. “Nope, but the kitchen works well enough for our needs now. It’s mostly just cosmetic stuff that needs to be done there.”
“Are you moving your stuff out of here?” asked Dawn.
“Yep, next weekend.” Buffy, thinking she knew where this might be going. She was right.
“So, can I have your room?” asked Dawn.
“If it’s okay with Mom,” said Buffy.
“Are you sure?” asked her mother.
“Yeah, I mean, even before the Reward started, I wasn’t really spending much time here. I spent most of last year living in the dorms, at UC Sunnydale, and I’d be back there now, if it wasn’t for it.”
“Then you can move into Buffy’s room, Dawn,” said their mother.
“If you have your shelves and stuff cleaned off, we’ll even help you move your furniture,” said Buffy. “In fact, if you want, you can have my bed, and I’ll take yours.”
“Really?”
“Really. I don’t expect to be needing it, much.”
Joyce cleared her throat.
“Right…let’s not talk about that,” said Buffy.
Xander backed the truck that he had borrowed from work into the alley behind the Summers Gallery, watching in his mirrors as Faith walked behind him, waving directions to guide him close to the rear doors of Joyce’s shop. When she waved for him to stop, he cut the engine, set the brake, and then he and Buffy got out of the truck.
Buffy went to the door, and knocked on it while he opened the back door of the truck, and pulled out the loading ramp. He got out of the way when Buffy came back, and she and Faith carried the first of the new cabinets, wrapped in a blanket to protect it from scratching during transport, into the gallery.
They were back quickly to get the second, and then the third cabinets. He followed them inside with the last one, which they stood upright beside the others in front of Mrs. Summers, still all covered by their blankets.
Xander, Faith and Buffy all took up positions beside one of the cabinets, and Buffy counted down with a “Three, two, one, Taa-daa!” and they all pulled their blankets away.
Joyce let out a little gasp. “Oh, Xander! They’re beautiful!” She stepped closer to have a better look at them.
“Thank you, Joyce. We aim to please. Buffy and Faith helped me quite a bit, too.”
“Mostly just holding stuff steady, and doing sanding and things,” said Buffy. “Xander did all the hard stuff.”
“I’m sure that you and Faith did your parts,” said Joyce. “So, how much do I owe you?”
“Six hundred and thirty-eight dollars,” said Xander. “You can keep the fifty-seven cents.”
“Oh, I couldn’t!” said Joyce.
“Alright, if you insist, I’ll take the fifty-seven cents, too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” said Joyce.
“That’s what they cost me to make,” said Xander. “I could call Anya, and have her bring over all her spreadsheets.”
“That’s not what I meant,” said Joyce. “Your price is much too low.” She had opened one of the bottom drawers, and was looking at the inside of it, seeing that Xander’s attention to making everything perfect had extended to the parts that were normally out of sight. “I’m pretty sure that I could slap a thousand dollar price tag on each of these, and have them sold in a week, and I’m not even in the furniture business.”
“Neither am I,” said Xander. “I made these for a friend, not to make a profit.”
“Alright, if you insist.” Joyce got her cheque book out, and started writing. “But if you ever do get into the furniture business, I know a man in L.A. who deals in custom built furniture. He’d probably try to sell these for two-thousand each.” She ripped the completed cheque from her book, and handed it to him.
Xander glanced at it, just to make sure she wasn’t overpaying him, and saw that she had included the fifty-seven cents.
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