Buffy and Faith left the alley, and turned toward the ruins of Sunnydale High. That was another place that they liked to check out regularly, making sure that there wasn’t anything going on around the Hellmouth.
“Things have been awfully quiet, lately,” said Faith. “Almost too quiet.”
“Are you trying to jinx us?” asked Buffy.
“Maybe I’m just trying to drum up a little action.”
“I don’t think it works if you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Maybe.” Faith noticed something moving in the shadows, trailing them. “Or maybe not.”
“I got one too,” said Buffy, silently indicating something off to their left.
They both seemed to ignore their new tails, and took note as more joined them. They had at least half a dozen followers by the time they reached the school grounds.
Faith didn’t think that they were demons. They were pretty good about keeping hidden, but they weren’t perfect, and from the glimpses she caught of them, they looked to be pretty much human sized, and shaped. She didn’t think that they were vampires, either. Her vamp-dar was better than Buffy’s, and it wasn’t pinging tonight. They did seem to be dressed strangely, though, and she sometimes heard a metallic rustling noise.
The ruins of the school were surrounded by a ten foot tall chain link fence, that Buffy and Faith jumped over easily. They ran to take cover behind some bushes, no longer neatly pruned, that lined a path up to one of the school’s side entrances, and looked back to see how their followers would deal with the fence.
Six men appeared out of the darkness, looking like a bunch of extras from a Robin Hood movie, their bodies completely swathed in chain mail. All six of them were armed with quarter staffs. When they reached the fence, three of them leaned their staffs against it, and the other three boosted them up, to help them climb over it. The three remaining on the other side tossed all of their staffs over the fence, and then one of them boosted his remaining two companions up. One of the men paused on top of the fence, to reach down to give the last man a lift. It only took a few seconds for all six of them to pass the barrier.
Buffy and Faith exchanged a look. This was as good a place to confront their unwelcome tails, as anywhere. They could pin them against the fence, making it hard for the men to evade them, and there was enough open space around that the Slayers would have lots of warning if the men had any additional backup, and would be able to evade them. They both rose from their hiding place, and stepped out into the open.
“Why are you following us?” asked Buffy.
The men paused for a moment, and then two of them drew swords and attacked.
Faith was surprised by how slow they were: another reminder that these were just men. She ducked under the sword swipe that was aimed at her, and kicked its wielder in the chest, knocking him back against the fence.
Two more men came at her with their staffs. She sidestepped the swing of one, and caught the staff of the second. She twisted it out of the man’s grasp, and used it to sweep his feet out from beneath him. He hadn’t even hit the ground before she had twirled around and smashed the other end of the staff into the side of the first man’s head with enough force to knock him off his feet, but not enough to crack his skull.
The swordsman was coming back at her, and this time Faith used the staff to first deflect his sword, and then to disarm him. The guy whose staff she’d taken was struggling back to his feet, so she threw the swordsman at him. They both went down in a heap, and neither of them tried to get up again.
Faith looked back to see how Buffy was doing, and saw that she’d taken care of her three as easily as Faith had handled her own. All six of the men were down on the ground. A couple of them were groaning, and attempted to regain their feet, but they stopped when they saw the business ends of their own swords pointed at their throats.
“Watch the others,” said Buffy, and she sat on the chest of one of the men. She reached down and grabbed his cowl. “Let’s see what you are.” She pulled the cowl away, revealing the face of the man beneath it. “Or who you are.”
Faith thought that he was a handsome man, though he could have done without the tat on his forehead.
“One soldier in a vast army,” said the man. “The Knights of Byzantium, an ancient order, and now your enemy.”
“Why?” asked Buffy. “What have we ever done to you?”
“You protect the Key!”
“What key?” asked Buffy.
“The Key is the Link. The Link must be severed. Such is the will of God!”
“That was helpful — not! What does it do?”
“The Key can open the gates between the worlds. The Beast needs it to return to its realm.”
“Okay, what’s the Beast?”
“An ancient god, of a hellish realm,” said the Knight. “She feeds on the minds of others, leaving nothing but death, destruction, and insanity in her wake.”
“If she’s so bad, why not just give her the Key, and send her on her way?” asked Faith.
“The Key opens all the gates, letting the different realms bleed through into one another, dragging all realms down into chaos. The Beast thrives on chaos, and would leave the gates open, even after it has left this world. Everything will be destroyed.”
“What makes you think I’ve got this Key?” asked Buffy.
“The Order of Dagon sent it to you, for your protection.”
“Maybe it got lost in the mail,” said Faith.
“No,” said the Knight. “It is here, in Sunnydale.”
“How do you know?” asked Buffy.
“Our clerics can sense it; they know it is near, but its power is masked. They can’t tell us exactly where it is.”
“If this Key is so dangerous, why did the Order want it protected, instead of destroying it themselves?”
“Because they were fools!” said the Knight. “They thought they could harness its power. The Beast destroyed them for their arrogance!”
Buffy stopped, and thought for a bit, and Faith knew that she was wondering how much to trust anything that this guy said to them. If it was up to her, the answer would be “Very little.” He did open the discussion with an unprovoked attack, after all. Faith was also wondering what to do with them.
Buffy had come to a decision. She took out her digital camera, and snapped a picture of the knight’s forehead tattoo. Then she pulled out a Magic Box business card, and tossed it down onto the knight’s chest. “If you, or your boss, want to talk some more, without the preliminary fight, call that number, and ask for Giles. Maybe we’ll help you, and maybe we won’t. I’m leaning in the ‘won’t’ direction, but he might be in a better mood. If you attack us again, we won’t be so gentle about how we deal with you. I’m really tempted to tie you up, and leave it to fate to see if you can get loose before some vamps, or something else, finds you, but tonight’s your lucky night. We’re just going to keep your swords.
“Here’s hoping I never see you again. Have a nice night!” Buffy turned and sprinted away, with Faith on her heels. This time they headed for the gate in the fence surrounding the school ruins — the lock on it had been broken so many times that the city had given up even trying to keep it secured — and exited that way. Once they were far enough away that they could no longer be seen or overheard by the knights, they slowed to a brisk walk.
“So, what do we do now?” asked Faith.
Buffy checked her watch. “Giles should still be at the Magic Box. We stop by and report what the knights told us to him, and give him the swords and the picture. That’ll give him a starting point for researching these guys. Then, unless he tells us otherwise, I think we can go home to Xander. I’ve got an early class tomorrow, and you have to go to work.”
Faith smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” It wasn’t so early that Xander would want them to go straight to sleep. Maybe they’d play a bit more “naughty schoolgirl” with Buffy taking her turn getting the strap across her bare ass.
Giles had promised to get to work researching the Knights of Byzantium first thing the next morning. He hoped that the additional information they’d given Buffy and Faith about the Key, and the Beast would allow him to make some more headway in researching them, as well. He’d tried after Xander and Faith had found the monk, but with so little to go on, he hadn’t had much luck. The only thing he’d found had been some obscure references to the Dagon Sphere: supposedly it was a device that was supposed to repel some ancient, nameless, evil. Given the state the monk had been in, Faith didn’t think that it worked very well.
They rode the elevator up to their penthouse apartment, and let themselves in. The Reward light flared as soon as they’d closed the door behind them, and their Slayer uniforms were replaced by outfits made entirely from loose gold chains draping over their bodies.
It wasn’t like any sort of chain mail — though when she thought about it, Faith thought that Xander might enjoy seeing her and Buffy in chain mail bikinis. Lengths of chain were strung to follow the contours of their breasts, and buttocks, without concealing or protecting anything.
Xander had been in what was to become the living room of their new apartment, sitting on their old sofa, and watching a late night movie on the TV while he waited for them to get home. He had turned at the sound of them coming through the door, and his face lit up in a grin of welcome, and arousal when the light flashed.
He was already rising to his feet. “Come on into the kitchen, and I’ll fix you some ice-cream,” he said. “You can tell me how your patrol went while you eat it.”
“Yes, sir,” said Faith and Buffy together. He waved for them to go first, so Faith put a little extra wiggle into her ass so he would enjoy the view even more.
They told Xander about their fight with the Knights of Byzantium while he prepared bowls of ice-cream for all three of them, and then they went with him back to the living room to eat it. He ordered them to sit on the floor, on either side of him while he sat back down on the sofa, to watch the end of the movie. They each leaned in against his bare legs while they ate, and told him what the Knight had told them about the Key, and the Beast.
They had finished their tale by the time they had finished their ice-cream, and the movie came to an end. Xander gathered up their bowls, and set them aside on an end table. “That was good,” he told them, “but you know what will be better?”
Faith’s eyes flicked to Buffy’s, and then to Xander’s erect cock. She smiled. “Yes, Xander.” She licked her lips, wondering just what he would order them to do with it. Would one of them get to ride it, or would he—
“Suck my cock!” ordered Xander. “Both of you, taking turns. And while you are doing that, you can play with your Reward Rings.”
“Yes, Xander!” said Buffy, and she rose up onto her knees. Faith knelt beside her, and they both leaned in, to lick up the sides of Xander’s cock, while they each reached down between their legs, for the rings dangling from their hoods.
Xander looked down at the two beautiful girls licking and sucking at his cock, each of them taking a turn to suck him deep into her throat while the other licked at his balls. Sometimes they would both tease the head of his cock with their agile tongues. It wasn’t long at all before he was clenching his muscles to contain a powerful orgasm that seemed to shoot up his spine.
When he could once again think about anything other than keeping from shooting his load into Faith’s mouth, he reached down to place a gentle hand under her chin to lift her face away from his dick, and his other hand interrupted Buffy’s motion to move in to replace her.
“Slayers, fall in!” he ordered.
Buffy and Faith nearly lept to their feet, and fell into their parade at-ease poses in front of him, with their legs spread shoulder-width apart, and their hands behind their backs.
“About face!”
They both spun around, so their backs were to him. Xander smiled. “Bend over and grab your ankles!”
Each of them did as they were ordered, and Xander spent a moment admiring the glistening pussies put on display to him. The light flashed, and they were both wearing stiff leather boots, that came all the way up to the tops of their thighs, that kept them from bending their knees. Cuffs locked the Slayers’ hands into place, so they couldn’t straighten up. Manacles around their ankles were also bolted to the floor, so they couldn’t move their feet. Heavy leather belts had appeared around their waists, with strong chains attached to the loops at their sides, connecting them together, and leading down to more anchor bolts in the floor, making it impossible for either of them to move from her position. He could see their tits, between their spread legs, and the rings that had appeared, piercing their nipples, with a chain that threaded its way through all four, linking them all together. Xander noted that Buffy’s heels were a couple of inches higher than Faith’s, raising both of their pussies to the perfect level for him to fuck them, and who was he to turn down such a beautiful offering?
Xander stood, and stepped up behind Buffy. He took his hard cock in hand, and rubbed the tip of it along her slit. “Tell me what you want.”
“We want to feel your cock in our cunts,” said Buffy and Faith, together. “We want to feel you pounding into us. We want to feel you spanking our asses!”
“Your wish is my command,” said Xander, and he sank his cock into Buffy’s pussy.
He started slowly, despite Buffy and Faith’s pleas to fuck them hard. He slowly sank his full length deep into Buffy’s wet snatch, and then, just as slowly, pulled back again, taking his time to savour every sensation, and enjoy the sounds of their wimpers, and moans.
His second thrust was a little faster, and his third harder still. He added a smack of his had against Buffy’s bare ass, and reached over to spank Faith too.
Soon he was pounding himself as hard, and as fast, into Buffy’s pussy as he could, while delivering slaps of his open palms across both their asses, and then Buffy was coming hard around him. He had to struggle to hold back his own ejaculation, as he pulled out of her, took a step to the left, and slipped into Faith.
This time he bent over Faith’s back, and reached around for the chain threaded between their nipple rings. He grabbed hold of it, and tugged, in time with his thrusts into Faith. He reached around with his other hand for her Reward ring.
The combination of the pain from the pulling on her nipple rings, and the pleasure of her Reward Ring, and Xander’s cock in her cunt soon had Faith coming.
Xander was ready again too. He pulled out of Faith and slammed himself into Buffy. This time he didn’t even try to contain his orgasm, adding his seed to Buffy’s already dripping snatch.
When he was spent, he fell back onto the sofa, to once again admire the two perfect asses on display before him, and the rest of the two lovely Slayers attached to them. He smiled, as most of their restraints vanished. “Come here, and lick me clean,” he ordered them.
“Yes, Sir!” said both Slayers, and they both tried to turn around, but they quickly discovered that while they were no longer attached to the floor, they were still linked to each other by the chain looped through their nipple rings. They both yelped from the sudden pain as their turn yanked hard at them.
They glanced at each other, and then they quickly made a perfectly coordinated turn to bring them around to face Xander. They were still wearing their stiff leather boots, so they had to bend over at the waist to bring their mouths down to his cock.
Xander gently held their heads in his hands while they licked him, and kissed each other around his cock. After a minute of that, Xander lifted their faces up, and gave each of them a kiss. He smiled at them. “Clean up down here, go have a shower, and then come to bed.”
“Yes, Xander,” they said. Xander rose from the sofa, and went up to join Anya in their bed.
Xander awoke the next morning with a BuffyBlanket on top of him. She was pretty clearly already awake, from the way he could feel her hips rocking, pressing her Reward Ring against his morning wood.
From the sounds coming from next to him, he knew that Faith and Anya were awake too.
When Buffy and Faith had come into the bedroom the night before, they had still been linked by the chain looped through their nipple rings. He could have made them sleep like that, but if he had, he didn’t think that they’d actually get much sleeping done, so the Reward light had flashed, and they’d each gotten their own individual chain that looped through all three of their rings.
The feel of Buffy’s breasts against his chest told him that her nipple rings, and their chain, had vanished some time during the night. He brought his arms up to capture her in a hug. He opened his eyes to look at her. “Good morning.”
He saw Buffy’s smiling face looking back at him, and she put a little more wiggle into her hips. “Good morning, Xander.” She kissed him.
Xander glanced aside, and saw that Faith was on top of Anya, kissing her, with their legs entwined so each of them had her pussy pressing against the other’s thigh.
He took a tighter hold on Buffy, and rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Then he brought his hands up to take hold of her tits, as he entered her.
More often than not, the morning sex with Buffy, Anya, and Faith was pretty vanilla, without any of the bondage magic of the Reward intervening. It was plain, simple, love-making, and Xander sometimes thought that it was the best sex of his day, whatever else might happen. He got to worship on the altars of Buffy, Faith and Anya without any unnecessary adornments cluttering up their perfectly beautiful bodies. He could lick and suck at their nipples, enjoying the feel of those delightful nubs of flesh in his mouth, and when he did bite down on Buffy or Faith’s tits the way he knew that they craved, there was no hard metal to risk chipping a tooth on.
And bite he did on Buffy’s tit when he sensed that she was ready to come, and she came for him hard. He didn’t though. He exercised the superhuman control that Anya’s training, augmented by the Reward magic had given him, and then he and Anya switched partners.
Like always, making love with Faith was Different. Different from making love with Buffy, Different from making love with Anya, Different from the last time he had made love with Faith. But some things were the same too. His love for Faith as just as powerful as his love for Anya and Buffy. And she came when he bit down on her nipple, too.
Xander could tell that Buffy and Faith were linked, like they almost always were during sex, from the way that Buffy came again, at the same moment that Faith did.
He spent some time after his Slayers came down from their shared climax just relaxing, while still holding himself deep in Faith’s pussy.
Then he gave Faith one more kiss, rolled off her, to be nearer to Buffy and Anya, and gave Buffy another kiss too. “Time for you two to get up, have your shower, and get breakfast started.”
“Yes, Xander,” said Faith and Buffy together, and quickly rose from the bed. Both he and Anya admired their asses as they left the room, before they turned their attention to each other.
Xander kissed his girlfriend. “Good morning, Hun.”
“Good morning, Xander.” Anya opened her arms, and her legs, for him, and he fell into her embrace.
When Xander and Anya came down for breakfast some time later, they found Buffy and Faith both dressed in undersized aprons, and nothing else.
The Slayers served up breakfast for everyone, and joined Xander and Anya at what would become the breakfast bar in their new kitchen, once proper counter-tops were installed. For now they had to make do with a rough plywood counter, and be careful about not getting splinters.
“So, what are everyone’s plans for the day?” asked Xander.
“Tony’s got me working with the kitchen crew, today,” said Faith, “So I’m going to be coming back here with the guys installing the new counter-tops.”
Xander nodded, as if he hadn’t already known that. “Good. Ms Northrup is going to be stopping by too, to have a look at our progress, make sure we haven’t been wasting the company’s money. You can show her around, including my workshop.”
One of Xander’s standing orders was that each of them had a private room of their own, that no one was allowed in, without permission from the room’s owner, so Faith would have bared Ms. Northrup from seeing his workshop without him giving her permission.
“She can see my office, too,” said Anya. “Show her the Gantt chart.” One wall of Anya’s office was covered with a large chart showing all the tasks in the renovation project, and the progress done to date. “If the counter-top people do a good job, you can mark that off as completed, too.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Faith.
“Buffy?” asked Xander.
“Oh, you can show her my room, too,” said Buffy.
“Thank you, but that’s not what I meant. What classes do you have today?”
“Oh, it’s my film production techniques class, this morning. We’re starting into editing.”
“I’m not sure that that class is really useful,” said Anya.
Buffy shrugged. “Wasn’t really thinking about usefulness, when I picked my courses. My actual career path is pretty much set. I just signed up for it because it sounded interesting. We can talk about what I should be taking next semester, if it pleases you, Mistress, but the deadline for that is still a month away.”
“Yes, we should schedule some time for that,” said Anya. “Go get my day-timer. It’s on my desk.”
Buffy hopped to her feet. “Yes, Mistress!” She scampered off to Anya’s office.
“Ahn,” said Xander quietly. “What classes Buffy takes are her choice. Don’t go pushing her into anything.”
“I’m not going to, Xander,” said Anya. “We’re going to have a talk about what her goals are, and then I’ll help her choose the classes she needs to achieve those goals, instead of just picking her classes all higgledy-piggledy.” She looked at Faith. “You should join us.”
Faith nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
Buffy came running back with Anya’s day-timer, and gave it to her.
Anya flipped it open. “Let’s see… we have the meeting scheduled with Giles this evening to discuss the Knights of Byzantium, and you have an evening class tomorrow…I guess we’ll have to pencil you in for Wednesday…”
Xander dropped Anya off at the Magic Box, before heading toward the UC Sunnydale campus to drop off Buffy for her morning class. “Listen, Buffy, when you have your meeting with Anya, don’t let her buffalo you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
“She’s not wrong,” said Buffy. “I have been choosing my classes all higgledy-piggledy, without any real idea of what I want to do with my life. If this Reward thing is really going to help me live past twenty-five, then maybe I should put more thought into where I want my life to go.”
“Just so long as it’s you making the choices about what you want to do,” said Xander. “Don’t let Anya talk you into pre-law, or anything like that, just because she thinks it will be the most lucrative career for you.”
“Yes, Xander.”
“And I hereby order you to take at least one completely silly, and useless class each semester, just because you think it will be fun!”
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy.
“If I understand this university thing right, it’s often the silly and useless classes that people take that turn out to be the most useful, in the long run.”
Faith was pretty sure that Xander was conspiring with Tony to make sure that she got lots of experience and training in different construction disciplines. She had also noticed that she spent time working with crews doing the sort of work that needed to be done in their apartment, before that work had to be done there.
And whenever a work crew had to go into the apartment to do something that Xander didn’t think he could handle himself, she was part of it.
It put her into a bit of strange position. She was the most junior member of the crew doing the work, but Xander was also trusting her to make sure that everything was done right.
There really wasn’t anything difficult about the counter-top installation. Xander could have taken all the measurements, himself, sent them off to the manufacturer, taken delivery of the completed counters, and installed them himself. But the actual labour costs of doing the installation were a small part of the total cost, and by subcontracting it, he made sure that if there were any mistakes, it would be the subcontractor who paid for them, and he had Faith there to check their work.
Vito the plumber had also come in, to finish the installation of the the gas oven. He stuck around to supervise Faith as she made the plumbing connections for the new kitchen sink.
Ms. Northrup arrived just after Faith had finished with the plumbing for the sink, and Vito had declared it a job-well-done. Faith started her tour of the completed work with a visit to Anya’s office. She showed her Anya’s Gantt chart of all the work to be done, and she she rather proudly marked off as finished the counter installation, and the plumbing connections for the stove, and sink.
Faith gave Ms. Northrup a tour of the rest of the completed areas of the apartment: the second floor bathroom, hers, and Buffy’s rooms, and then the master bedroom.
Faith had wondered if Xander remembered how it was decorated, when he’d told her to show it to Ms. Northrup. The pictures on the walls weren’t really the sort of thing that you expected to find in a suburban bedroom.
Faith was proud of the way she looked in those pictures, and she thought that Buffy was incredibly beautiful too. If Ms. Northrup had even the least disparaging thing to say about B, or Xander, she would be sorely tempted to show her the fast way back down to ground level.
“Oh, my!” said Ms. Northrup, when she first saw the photographs. “These are…um…” She looked quickly between Faith, who was looking outwardly calm, and a picture of her bound, gagged, and naked. Faith could see Ms. Northrup blushing, and her breathing quicken. Her eyes flicked down over Faith’s chest.
Xander considered the sort of clothes that the Reward usually put Faith in to be a safety hazard on a construction site, so what she was wearing now was really pretty conservative. Nice sturdy blue-jeans, that fit her perfectly: not too tight to restrict her movement in any way, but still showing off her butt nicely if she bent over in them. And somewhat unusually, she was wearing a sports bra under her tight fitting t-shirt, to keep her tits from bouncing around and distracting her fellow workers. It also restricted her nipples enough that it wasn’t obvious when they went erect, like they were doing right now.
Ms. Northrup licked her lips, and Faith imagined that she was thinking of licking something of Faith’s. Faith wasn’t opposed to the idea. If Xander were there, and ordered her to let Ms. Northrup to kiss her tits and eat her pussy, or ordered Faith to eat Ms. Northrup, she’d go along with it happily. But without orders from Xander, all she’d do was fantasize about it.
Ms. Northrup looked back at the pictures on the wall. “These are quite…artistic,” she finally managed to get out.
“Yes, they are,” said Faith.
“So, um, Mr. Harris did these?” asked Ms. Northrup.
Well, he did, in a way, so Faith answered “Yes, he did.”
Ms. Northrup took a deep breath, and wrenched her attention away from the pictures, to look around at the rest of the room. “So…you went with carpets, instead of hardwood, in the bedrooms?”
Faith had been present for that discussion between Anya and Buffy, so she knew the answer to it. “Usually, when people put hardwood into bedrooms, they end up covering most of it with an area rug, anyway. And it feels nicer on your bare feet.” And your bare knees, ass, elbows, tits… she didn’t add.
Ms Northrup gave an understanding nod, and then checked out the walk-in closet — that was mostly filled with Anya’s clothes — and the ensuite bathroom.
On the way back out of the bedroom, Ms. Northrup took one last look at the photos on the wall. Faith was tempted to show her what was in Anya’s toy cabinet.
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