Revenge is Sweet by Faithful Chickie

Faith's eyes fluttered open with a painful moan. She gazed around the room, still dazed. The last memory she had was of leaving one of her favorite clubs before she was coldcocked.

"Oww... fuck." Her head lolled back, while her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

The room seemed vaguely familiar, frilly and clean. Faith struggled to sit up but found her hands and legs bound to the bedposts. She tugged at her restraints in a futile effort to get free, but whoever had tied her certainly knew what they were doing.

"Fuck!" She grimaced against the pain in her head before growling out a threat. "Whoever you are, I'm going to fucking kill you for this?"

The dark slayer squinted, peering at the figure now standing in the doorway. *I know that voice.* Fury bubbled from within, giving Faith more courage then she should have possessed in her position. "Count on it!"

A giggle escaped her captor's lips as she approached. "Hey there, F. Did you miss me?"

"HOLY FUCK!... B?" Faith gaped at the tiny blonde in absolute shock. Buffy was standing before her in a tight leather teddy, holding a riding crop. The brunette couldn't decide if she'd died and gone to heaven or hell.

"Who were you expecting?" The pretty little slayer smirked, smacking the riding crop against her hand as she spoke. "When I heard the news about your early release, of course, I headed straight to L.A." Buffy's eyes locked with Faith's. "We have some unfinished business."

"Huh?... B, what the hell are you talking about?" The brunette sneered, trying to force back her own panic.

"Payback, Faithy. Remember? It's a bitch!" With those words, Buffy brought down the riding crop hard across Faith's stomach.

Biting back a scream, the bound slayer arched up and twisted, yanking hard at the restraints. *Goddamn, I gotta get outta here! B's lost her friggin' mind!*

"What's wrong baby? Hmmm... don't you want to play anymore?" Buffy's voice became sickeningly sweet. She leaned close and leered. "I promise to give you what you want."

Shaking her head and clucking in disappointment, the blonde pulled up Faith's shirt before hitting her with the crop again. The sting before was nothing compared to the pain against her bare flesh.

Halting suddenly, Buffy tilted her head and smiled. "No! No! No!" The riding crop came down again; this time over Faith's breasts.

"Who am I then?... Look at me, Faith!" Buffy waited until the younger girl's eyes locked on her then shouted. "WHO AM I?!"

"Well, then you better do what I say." The small slayer leaned close and whispered, "Or I'll kill you..." There was a cold glint in her eyes as she pulled away. "...so slowly, you beg."

Faith swallowed hard. Fear crept over her skin as the realization hit that Buffy might actually be capable now.

Casually walking over to her nightstand, the chosen one selected a large knife and turned toward Faith with a smile. "I used to believe that I felt bad because I stuck this in you, but now I know what really bothered me was that you lived. You're just another loose end in my life, Faith."

"Lots of things. You were one them... and Angel... then loss... death... insanity... you name it; I've been through it." The tiny slayer wagged a finger. "But we're not here to talk about me." She grinned, perching next to Faith on the bed.

"Yeah? What are we here for?... You're gonna kill me, right?" The beautiful brunette tensed, then said, "Just do it!"

"Noooo. You're not getting off that easy. I figure..." Buffy paused, bringing the knife to Faith's bra strap. "Since you were so into sleeping with my boyfriends..." She cut the material and tossed it aside. "What you really must have wanted, was me. Hmmm?"

"Go to hell!" Faith sneered. The last thing she would ever do is admit it to Buffy. No way was she going to give her nemesis that satisfaction.

"We'll see about that." Buffy chuckled and stood up. "Either way Faith, you're about to finally get what I owe you." Stepping from the room, the chosen one turned back and added. "Let's just call this your awakening."

Faith didn't have much time to consider an escape. Barely ten minutes passed, before the little blonde returned humming a cheery tune and waving a pair of scissors. "Hi honey, I'm back." She smiled brightly, perching next to Faith.

*She's under a spell! It has to be a spell!* The brunette watched in irritation as Buffy began cutting her clothes. "HEY!"

"Uhhh B, I'm still unclear on some things here." Faith broached the subject cautiously. "Where's Willow and... um, the kid?"

Buffy's answer only left her with more disturbing questions. *Fuck, did B kill Red and her sister?!*

"There. Now we're almost ready." The little blonde announced, tossing the last scrap of clothing aside. She stood up and brazenly inspected Faith's goods, an easy task since she had tied the dark slayer spread- eagle.

Faith felt a flicker of embarrassment under Buffy's cool appraisal but remained as defiant as ever. "Uh... B, you can cut it out. I'm not going to blush, no matter how long you stare."

"That's fine Faithy. I don't expect you to blush." The little slayer moved close and peered between the younger woman's legs. "I expect you to get wet." She chuckled and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Mmmmm... and it looks like I won't have to be disappointed."

Buffy's hand shot out, delivering a vicious slap across her face. Emerald eyes glittered with rage as she hovered above Faith, prepared to strike her again if necessary.

The coppery flavor of blood filled the brunette's mouth. *Dang! B really slugged me that time!* She glared up at Buffy. "Fuck you!"

Surprisingly, Buffy leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Faith's lips. "Later."

Climbing from the bed, the chosen one went over to her tray and returned with a small towel and a glass of water.

She propped Faith up enough to drink then dabbed the blood from the dark slayer's lips. "How's that?"

"Peachy." Faith sneered, studying her kidnapper closely. *She looks different.* Aside from the obvious, the brunette noticed a strange sensation when Buffy leaned close. It was something she had forgotten to consider, their slayer connection. *It feels... altered.*

"I asked you a question!" She punctuated her statement by twisting Faith's nipple.

"For what I owe you." Buffy spoke in a flat tone, scooting closer. "Here. Have a good look." Swinging her leg over, she straddled Faith's chest and undid the snaps in the crotch of her teddy.

Faith stared while the pretty little blonde rolled the garment up to her waist. *What the fuck?!... Damn, B is hot!* Lifting her eyes slowly, she realized that Buffy was laughing at her.

Utterly humiliated, Faith squeezed her eyes shut and growled out hatefully, "Get your nasty pussy away from me!"

"Nasty?" Buffy chuckled and moved to squat over the trapped slayer's face. "Really?... Huh?... Then I guess this will get even more unpleasant for you." She shrugged, waiting until Faith opened her eyes again.

With a snide smile, the little blonde stroked her shaven sex, carefully spreading her labia apart to provide a better view. "How's that Faithy? Can you see my nasty pussy now?... Can you smell it?" She giggled at the other girl's expression.

"Buffy?" Shaking her head in disbelief, Faith tried to wiggle away from the obscene show, but was soon pinned by Buffy's knees.

"Not so fast." Still holding her outer lips open and grinning wickedly, Buffy lowered her swollen clitoris to her fellow slayer's mouth, and ordered, "Kiss it."

Rocking forward gently, she lightly pressed her sticky pussy to Faith's lips and rubbed.

When at last Buffy pulled back, she reveled in the look of outrage on the brunette's face. "Awwww... did the big bad slayer not like that?!" With a chuckle, she asked. "How do I taste?"

The tiny blonde leaned close and whispered, "No you won't... you're afraid to die."

"Lick." The little slayer smirked, brushing her pussy over Faith's face again. "The sooner you do it, the sooner this is over."

"Good girl." Buffy cooed, lowering herself until she felt the tongue pressing into her vagina. "Ohhhh god... yesssss... mmmmm..." With a hiss, she began to hump in earnest.

Struggling for air, Faith gasped and was promptly served up a mouthful of Buffy cream.

"Suckkk... harder... yessss... ahhhhh!" With a sweet whimper and one last shudder, Buffy fell forward, collapsing over her fellow slayer.

Gradually, Buffy lifted herself off, giving Faith a goofy grin. "Now it's your turn."

Peering down at the younger slayer, the little blonde grinned mischievously and clambered from the bed. "I don't think so, Faithy. I'm not done with you yet."

"I have something for you." The slayer slowly turned around, stroking the strap-on she was now wearing. "See. Just so I can fuck you."

"Of course, I'll untie you, Faithy. It's more fun that way." Buffy strolled over, laughing. She hovered close and whispered. "I can't wait to feel you struggling under me." With a flick of her wrist, the little slayer tore Faith's ankles free.

The brunette kicked at her but missed as Buffy circled the bed. "B, I'm so gonna get you back for this!"

"Promise?" Grinning wickedly, the little green-eyed beauty reached down and unfastened Faith's wrists. "Come on, Faithy. Kick my ass!" She giggled excitedly as the brunette grabbed her and threw her down. "Is that the best you've got?"

"Owww! You little shit!" Getting up and rubbing her head, Faith growled out a string of curses before rushing the blonde. Her first punch landed square on the small slayer's jaw but didn't even faze her.

"That's right, Faithy. You're just a plain ole girl tonight." Lifting the brunette up, Buffy tossed her back onto the bed. "Remember that test I told you about?... the one that the Council gave me on my eighteenth birthday. Well, you're getting your test right now."

"What?!" Groaning, Faith struggled under Buffy's meager weight. Despite Faith's fury, the tiny slayer felt delicious pressed up against her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the pleasant sensations. Her body was betraying her and it only enraged her further. "Dammit, B! Get off of me!"

"That's not what you want." Leering, Buffy reaching between the younger woman's legs and stroked her drenched pussy. "You're aching for me to take you." She chuckled evilly. "Don't worry, Faithy. I'm going to stick every inch of this in you. I'll make you beg, like the whore that you are."

"You bitch!" Faith took another swing, which the small slayer easily ducked before slapping her.

"That's right, fight me!" Buffy pushed her back and roughly stuffed two fingers in her, causing the brunette to gasp. Slowly, the little slayer moved her hand away. Positioning the dildo, Buffy thrust forward. She watched as Faith's eyes glazed over. Grinning, she fucked the younger girl into submission. Sweat dripped off the pretty blonde's face as she loomed over Faith.

"Shhhh... It's okay, sweetie. Just enjoy this." Holding her hard enough to bruise, Buffy grunted with each thrust, grinding her clitoris against Faith's pelvic bone. The whimpers of pain soon changed to whimpers of pleasure. Buffy leaned close and tenderly kissed her.

As soon as they had forced open the basement door, Willow groaned. "She's up there. I think she's torturing Faith. Hurry!"

Buffy lay on top of Faith, panting. They were sticky with each other's sweat and cum. The brunette gazed up at the little slayer, trying to discern what was wrong with her.

"No! Fuck off!" Growling, the brunette shoved her hard, knocking Buffy to the floor.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that!" The small slayer hopped to her feet, outraged. She yanked Faith off of the bed and dragged her over to a chair. Sitting down, Buffy pulled the younger girl over her lap and spanked her hard. "Apologize!"

The blonde peered down excitedly. Faith's rump was becoming a very alluring shade of red. "Nope." She smacked her again, enjoying the younger slayer's wiggling. "Mmmm... you're a bad girl with a dirty little mouth... I have to teach you a lesson." Slapping Faith's ass again, Buffy asked. "Do you love me?"

Teary eyed, the pretty brunette relented. "Fine... fine, I love you... now stop, please... owww.."

"Missing those slayer powers, aren't you?" The little blonde's tone was filled with delight. Faith merely glared as she was allowed up. "Here Faithy, get on my lap. I want to fuck you again." Buffy lifted the brunette onto her strap-on, impaling Faith in one quick motion.

"Ungh! Fuck! B, I wasn't expecting that." The younger slayer grumbled but only for a moment. As soon as Buffy began rocking her hips, Faith's eyes slid shut and her face became a mask of pleasure. "Oh jesus, that feels... oh B... mmmmm..."

Willow impatiently shoved Spike aside. The vampire reached for her, but it was too late. Willow had thrown open the door.

"Oh crap!" Buffy cursed as she found herself facing her friends and little sister nude. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if Faith weren't on her lap, riding her strap-on.

The dark slayer couldn't stop; she was too close. With one last cry, Faith fell against Buffy, her body pulsating in ways she couldn't imagine. Slowly, she turned a weary eye toward the door, and their audience.

"It's okay, Faith. We know Buffy forced you." Willow held out her hand. "Come here. She's not herself."

Before Buffy could think to stop her, Faith lifted off the dildo and moved to the door. Spike lunged forward and began wrapping chains around Buffy.

"You better think twice about this, Spike," the sweaty little blonde warned in an icy tone.

Willow walked past her and said a few words in Latin. It seemed to hold Buffy to the chair. She grabbed up Faith's clothes. "Here. Go in the bathroom and get cleaned up." Guiltily, she averted her eyes from Faith's well whipped and well fucked body. Something about the delicious flush to Faith's skin was turning her on. "Hurry up. This is a spell, and we need to undo it before you can leave."

Faith glanced at the angry little blonde. Their eyes met, and Buffy chuckled. "Love hurts, doesn't it?"

Faith stood watching as Willow sprinkled some type of powder around Buffy. The little blonde was chained to the chair and cursing up a storm. Anxiously, the younger slayer hedged away from the scene. She still felt used and abused, but what was really troubling Faith was her overwhelming urge to kiss Buffy and hold her tight. It was actually maddening. She should want to beat the little brat to a pulp.

Scowling, the brunette went back toward the circle as directed. A sheet had been thrown over the crazed little slayer, but all her wriggling had caused it to slip. Faith leaned forward and pulled it up, knowing that Buffy was normally quite modest.

The small slayer used the opportunity to hiss in her ear. "You liked it, didn't you Faithy? You want me to take you again. I can see it... I can smell it."

Faith jumped back as if burned. "Red, hurry up and fix her, before I beat her senseless."

"Can't do it, Faith." Buffy grinned evilly. "Still no slayer strength. A slap from you right now is like being hit by a fly. It actually tickles."

"No! Faith, she can't help it. Don't hit her!" Both Willow and Dawn stepped forward to protect Buffy.

"I wouldn't." The younger slayer admitted in a huff. "It just sounds good. Hurry up, you guys. I wanna get the fuck outta here." She waved her hand, ignoring the frown now present on Buffy's face.

"You're not going anywhere! I brought you here for a reason; you can't leave!" The tiny slayer began struggling in earnest.

"Oh yeah, Blondie?! Jus' watch me!" Faith snickered, turning back to the Scoobies. "Red, are you ready?"

"Yes. Here, anoint her with this." The witch handed her a jar of oil. "There is one catch though."

"The only real way to end the vengeful streak in Buffy is for her to believe that you're now even."

Willow became uncomfortable. "Faith, I know. It's just that... ugh... I don't know how to say this... but in Buffy's mind you deserved it." She quickly tried to soften the statement with an explanation. "Buffy always felt like your victim and now..." She eyed Faith cautiously.

"I'm her victim," the brunette said flatly before peering back over at Buffy. "Why didn't you just kill me, B?"

The tiny blonde shrugged. "Mixing business with pleasure, I guess... oops." She leered at Faith wickedly.

"Um... Will, you should... you know, get on with it." Xander instructed, uncomfortably.

"Fine! If that's what it takes to be on my way." Stooping in front the blonde beauty, Faith announced. "We're even, Twinkie. Jus' stay outta L.A., got it?" She took the oil from Willow and gently smeared it along Buffy's lovely golden skin. The urge to kiss the little blonde started crowding her thoughts again. Quickly, the dark slayer stood and handed back the oil, grunting out, "Hurry this up!"

Willow moved close, chanting in Latin. Buffy's little blonde head dipped down and her eyes closed. With a final set of words and a puff of smoke, the tiny slayer sleepily peered up at the group.

Faith walked over and touched her, checking their slayer connection; the delicious and familiar tingle started up from her toes and traveled straight to her pussy. "Yeah, it's B again. I gotta go now... later."

Before anyone could talk her into waiting, Faith was out the door. Dawn crouched next to her sister and tenderly unchained her, trying hard not to notice her indecent state under the sheet.

"Dawnie, Willow... I'm so sorry." The small slayer began to sob uncontrollably. "Omigod... What did I do?!" Her voice held a hint of horror as memories began flooding through her mind.

Xander tried to provide comfort while gently lifting her and placing her on the bed. "Buffster, it wasn't your fault. Amy did a spell and... well, it went wrong. No one blames you." Her tear-streaked face looked so pale as he laid her down. "Wil, talk to her."

"I raped Faith." Buffy gasped, covering her face. *Oh my god! And we both enjoyed it!*

"Really? What?" The beautiful brunette smiled happily at the tiny slayer as Buffy crouched next to her.

Opening the box she was holding, the little blonde produced a diamond studded leather collar. The tag simply read, "Property of Buffy Summers. "

Securely fastening it around her neck, Faith peered up delightedly. "B, you're so good to me. I love you so much."

The blonde arched an eyebrow, considering Faith's words skeptically. "Then why are you always so naughty? I should be punishing you right now, but instead I'm rewarding your constant insolence."

"Yes, I deserve to be punished." Faith crawled off the bed and knelt in front of Buffy. "Please punish me, B. Show me you care."

Buffy gave her a cute grin before replying. "I think you have been very naughty." Her tone then became cold. "Stand up and face the wall."

Faith glanced over her shoulder to see the little leather clad slayer pick up a whip.

"Please... Please B..." The whip snapped, biting into flesh. Faith could feel the wetness running down the inside of her thighs. Trembling, she begged, "More... do it again, B..."

"Owww..." Blood dripped down Faith's back, slowly trickling down the crack of her ass. "Again!" Tensing up, the brunette moaned with each lash. She was so close to cumming. "Oh B, please... fuck me now..." Sliding to the floor, Faith fought to remain conscious. She could feel the tiny blonde gently pick her up.

"Oomph!" The younger girl grunted as Buffy slammed into her, wearing the large strap-on. Their sweaty skin stuck them together as the tiny slayer rode her hard, thrusting in between her rough kisses. "Oh fuck... oh Buffffyyy! Yesssss!" Faith screamed out in ecstasy, her cream gushing out and down her thighs.

Faith awoke and sat straight up in bed, sweat dripped down her face and a horrified expression settled across her features. "Oh no... Fuck. No way!" She groaned and covered her face.

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Revenge is Sweet

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