Fear - Of Human Bondage
by Raven White
Rating: NC-17
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WARNING: KINK. Bondage.
Spoilers: All seasons of BTVS.
Author's Notes: This is the third story of the series of FEAR.
In the basement one slayer hangs from the ceiling. The other walks around her, inspecting what she has done so far. There are welt marks that will be gone in a few hours; it's a damn shame after all her hard work just to get them to come up. Fingertips barely moves over them, making the other slayer moan. They have been down here for hours, and the room smells of them. Each of their scents mixes in the room, laying thickly on the sweat drenched bodies. The brown and blond hair has been pulled back into ponytails.
It is a shame they had to talk. It would be so easy to torture her without letting her hear her voice. Knowing just what it does to her and what happens each and every time they come down here. How much the next week is going to make the other slayer run to her...for when they do this..it makes them clean...takes everything away that was standing between them, holding them apart. It takes the other people in the world away and boils down to just the two original slayers, 'The Chosen Two.'
Slayer Thoughts
What is she doing? She knows it makes me crazy, this waiting. How much longer before I hear her voice? We have been down here for ages. God, I want her. I am on fire. Damn, please fuck me. Take me.
"So tell me, does your back hurt?"
"No, Mistress."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, Pet. What about your thigh?" A fingertip runs down the glistening thigh, stopping and staying there.
"Hum..."
"Pet, it seems that I am going to have to restart."
"WHAT? NO! I'm on fire here! Please! Really, I hurt everywhere."
SMACK
*SHIT*
"Seeing as how my pet is being bad and has pissed off her Mistress - YET AGAIN - you make sure you don't cum till I tell you to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, SLAVE?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. It's won't happen again."
"Oh, I know it won't happen again. Now, I want you to count and thank me for each one."
Standing back, she checks to make sure her slayer was indeed safe in the rig hanging from the ceiling and would not be moving around. The Mistress places her slave's hands up on the spreader bar to grab a hold of. Placing her foot on a small pedal, watching as the clamps rise up and grab the slayer's feet, holding her in place, with even give to make sure that nothing would break on her body.
"Ready, Slave? Remember to count each one, and you must thank me."
"Yes, Mistress."
The slayer eyes the slave in front of her and then pulls her arm back, letting the cat of nine tails go....
"One, thank you, Mistress."
Eyes roamed the body of the slayer as the punishment continues. Some would not be able to take ten. Others would be able to take more. The Mistress knows how many her own body can handle, for she had once broken the rules set for her by her own Mistress and had taken a punishment that made her own body hum with excitement to this day: made her cunt wet, aching for her own Mistress to take her. But that was another time, and she has a beautiful slayer before her counting each stoke of the tail against her back.
"Eighty, thank you, Mistress."
The cat of nine tails stops its downward motion as the slayer walks around and looks into the other slayer's eyes talking to her:
"Have you learned your lesson, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do I need to remind you just who is in charge here?"
"No, Mistress. You are in charge."
"Make sure that you remember that, pet." A pause, then, "I do hate having to barbecue your hide like that, but when you talk back to me. I just lose it."
"My fault, Mistress."
"Let me get you some water and then we will finish this."
'Damn,' goes through both of their minds. As one pair of eyes tries to follow the sound of footsteps and the other tries to keep sweat from falling into her eyes.
Grabbing a towel and drying her hands, she gets out several bottles of water and walks back over to the other slayer. Reaching down and opening the water, she brings it up to the other slayer's mouth. The water drips into her mouth as eyes with a smirk in them meet hers. They continue this way until the water is gone and they both have their fill.
"Alright; that is enough of a break. I believe I was punishing you for not telling me about that demon the other night. Now are you going to keep stuff away from me again? Not telling me things that could get you killed or me killed? Well, Faith?"
"No, Mistress Buffy. It won't ever happen again. If a demon comes to me and says that you are going to die, then I will tell you. Even if I don't think it is for the best. You know what is for the best...not I."
"You damn right you will. If not, I might just kill you myself. I really don't want to go there...again. You will also remember to call me Mistress when we are down here. Right, Pet?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"I do love you. Now, Pet, I have a question for you. Part of me wants to still use the cat on you and the other part wants to fuck you silly. What I want to know is - what do you want, pet? The cat or to be fuck?"
"Mistress, I wish to be fucked."
"Well then, pet, let's get you down and cleaned up."
Buffy looks at her, seeing acceptance in her pet's eyes and knowing that the lesson, Fear Of Human Bondage, has finally been taught this time.
They are quick at the cleaning and having a place for the pet to lay down. The toys are all in their places. The room is sound proof, having no windows, and just one door.
The blond touches a button on the stereo and music now plays softly in the room. She looks at the brunette, who is watching her, with desire on her face. Making her wetter than humanly possible.
"Do you have any idea how wet you make me?"
"The same as you make me, B."
"Hum...I love watching you twitch under my cat."
"Baby, you just love watching me twitch under you period."
"You're right."
"B?"
"Yeah?"
"You were going to fuck me silly. Yes?"
"Oh, yes, Faith! That I will. Just be patient."
"B."
The bed moves as Buffy slides on to it. Her hand slides up the smooth foot, reaching the knee. Seeing her lover, breathing heavily.
"You're killing me, B."
"In time."
The blonde's tongue licks at the knee and feels the jerk, and licks up til she comes to soft curls, stopping.
"Please."
Raising up the on bed till their eyes meet, the hungry aching in them as their mouths close the distances. Tongues dance, kissing each other, sucking dangerously close to taking the air completely out of the other's mouth. Hands are not still as they knead the other's breasts. The blonde moves on top of Faith, kissing down her neck and raising up to look at her.
Out of breath..."Are you alright, Baby? Is your back...?"
..."B...My back will be just fine ....Oh fuck.."
"Sorry, Baby, that's all I need to hear." Buffy raises up completely and lowers herself down the bed, bringing the strap-on into play, which is now inside of Faith.
"OH God, yes."
Buffy has the strap-on dildo fully inside of her cunt. As she slides back out, there is a wet noise. Grabbing the beautiful legs beside her, she places them around her back and leans forward, bringing more pressure on both of them. She begins to fuck the slayer harder.
"GOD, I love fucking you!" Bringing herself forward more till their mouths meet, she kisses the brunette as the dildo slides in and out of the very wet cunt of Faith. Buffy knows that their fluids are mixing together, as she brings the dildo out and back in as she arches her back, slamming hard into Faith.
"BUFFY!"
"CUM, FAITH!"
Faith's hands grab Buffy's ass, pulling her into her cunt, making the strap-on go in even deeper, as they fuck each other. Their moans and sighs answer the other's as the sweat drips down their bodies and fingernails tighten on the blonde's ass.
"Cummming, B...Oh...FU...Ooooo...Bufffyyyyyyyyy ....."
Raising up the best that she can, she watches her lover's face as she cums. It always makes her cunt tighten that much harder around the dildo part inside of her. Her climax won't be very far behind her lover's. She tries her best to hold it from coming and enjoys the thrusting that is now happening below her. Faith always thrusts up into her when they are making love this way, making sure that she is getting all the pleasure that she can. As the fingernails dig into her ass, she knows there will be drops of blood from the cuts as she pulls her into a tighter, passionate embrace.
They keep moving together, eyes meeting, till one hand makes its journey up her back: turning to the front, caressing her breast, stopping at the blonde's neck. She watches the breathing increase as her fingertips just barely touch her neck, knowing that it is sending a shiver down her lover's back and to her favorite part. The ambrosia will soon be coming.
"Baby, come cover me with your ambrosia." Her fingertips move up onto Buffy's face, a caress that almost teases the soft skin, causing the blonde's hips to buck wildly into her.
"Oh, Faith...coming for you." Her hips move faster as her lover's hands go back to hold her hips in place, so the strap-on will be going in and out of them. Hands seem to be everywhere and yet no where, then the moving stops as the blonde cums, her ambrosia running over her lover, as it always does. Their bodies slow and, aching, come together. Their lips meet, kissing slowly. They lay that way for a time, kissing and talking softly the way lovers do.
...to be continued...