As Vampiresses Part Four By Anne Eight weeks later... TV Voiceover: The remote control fell to the floor as Buffy kicked her leg out, clutching Faith's head to her neck as she felt the fangs pierce the skin, Faith's hands gripping her body tightly as they ground their hips together. 'Oh god Faith," Buffy hissed as she dragged her nails along the length of Faith's back, drawing blood as Faith arched her body into her hands, pushing her thigh further between Buffy's legs and drawing on her neck harder. Buffy's hands snaked their way down to Faith's ass and pulled her against her, controlling the rhythm of their bodies as Faith ran her hands through her hair, roughly pulling her head to the side, giving her a better angle on her jugular. Faith ran her hands down over Buffy's stomach, and separated their bodies just enough to be able to slide two fingers into her, before lying back down and allow the movement of her hips on the back of her hand to create the friction needed. She took her lips away from Buffy's neck and kiss her, surprised to see that she had her game face on as well. 'This working for you B?' she laughed kissing her harder, pausing only to yell 'fuck' as their fangs clashed. Faith seemed to be having real difficulties getting used to them. Buffy moaned as Faith pumped her fingers in a little harder, pushing them as deep inside her as she could, the palm of her hand rubbing against Buffy's clit, the back of her hand rubbing against her own. Faith could feel the orgasm building inside her, and the first few spasms of Buffy's gripping at her fingers. The movement of their hips became frantic, but they somehow managed to stay in complete rhythm with each other. "Faith, I'm coming." "B, I..I" They both arched against each other as their orgasms simultaneously washed through them like a wave, and Faith collapsed on top of Buffy, chest heaving and fingers still inside her. "Cordelia?" They cried in unison, heads snapping to look at the television in the corner of the room. ****** Buffy paced the room, looking at her watch, desperate for the sun to go down. She could hear the running water of the shower as Faith got ready to go out. Buffy was itching for some action after the sex they had just had, after all, it had been so very restrained for them. But Faith had told her she was going out on her own tonight, to meet the friend that she had originally wanted to come back to Boston to see. She had offered to go with her, but Faith had said no and shrugged a 'maybe some other time'. So it was up to Buffy to make her own entertainment for a few hours. She had no definite plans, but she thought she might arrange a little present for Faith. God, she shook her head in disgust, they were getting as bad as Spike and Drusilla had been. Yuck! In the bathroom, Faith pulled her hair back, and looked at her face, totally free of makeup. Up close she still looked like she was fourteen. Up close she almost still looked innocent. She smiled to herself, as she pulled on her jeans. She had been looking forward to this for a long time. "The sun gone down yet B?" She called through the door. "In about five minutes. You ready to go?" "Yeah," Faith opened the door and strode out. "I'm ready to party. See you back here?" "Before sunrise?" "Of course. Let's go then." Faith leaned down into Buffy for a kiss goodnight, gripping her waist tightly. ********* Faith had no idea where she was going, she was just relying on all the instinct she had, human and supernatural. She knew that she would be able to find what she was looking for, and that she would find it soon enough. She turned into a street in her old neighbourhood, amazed that somehow it was even worse than when she had left. Now *that* was something that she had never thought would be possible. She walked three houses along and turned up into the driveway, stepping over piles of stinking trash, and knocked on the door three times. She heard shuffling inside, and the sound of footsteps coming to the door. When it opened, the man just stood there, with his mouth wide open, speechless. "Hello Daddy," said Faith with a smirk, just before her fist collided with his face and he was knocked out cold. She dragged him into the apartment and threw him on a chair carelessly. A quick search of the cupboards revealed what she had expected, an almost full bottle of bourbon, and no clean glass to put it in. She took it back into the living room, and sat down in the chair opposite, waiting for him to come round. Realising that she could be in for a long wait, she sighed and opened the bottle, taking a long pull on it before settling down to wait. At the first sign of movement in the chair opposite, Faith was alert, more than already juiced from a couple of hours of anticipation. She had finished the first bottle of bourbon, and had made serious inroads into the second bottle she had found stashed behind the couch. When he realised what had happened and looked up to see her watching him, he jumped back. There was fear in his eyes and Faith loved it. She could feed off it. "Faithy. Where have you been?" His eyes were scanning the room, wondering how she of all people had been able to lay him out on the tiles for a few hours. "Cut the 'Faithy' crap Pops. I'm a grownup now in case you hadn't noticed." She waved the bottle in front of his face, dangerously close to his nose. "And look, I've turned out to be just like you. I like a drink," she took another pull from the bottle, "and, oh yeah, I like to hit people too." She swung the back of her hand, connecting it with the side of his face, feeling his jowls ripple with the force. "Faith!" He reached up to holding his cheek, trying to put pressure on it to take the stinging away. "Funny how it's not such a nice thing now, isn't it Daddy." She straddled herself across his lap. "Funny how the punching and the kicking and the fucking and the drinking can lose its appeal once someone learns to fight back." She calmly placed her hands round his throat, feeling the weight of his hands on her wrists as he tried to pull them away. She squeezed very very slowly, making the pain slowly and beautifully excruciating. "You liking this Daddy? Seems like the last thing I can remember was you doing this to my mother. Looks like I know where I get the 'getting away with things' factor from." She squeezed just a little more. He could still breath, but it was becoming harder. She always did have a taste for making people suffer. "As I once said to a friend, payback's a bitch. You see this Daddy, your little girl sitting on your lap about to kill you, you made this. Like your handiwork? Have I turned out to be the little slut you always said I was? Sure have. But somewhere along the line, I realised I was so much worse than you could ever have imagined." She squeezed harder, feeling his windpipe begin to crush as he struggled uselessly beneath her. "Who's wiggling now Daddy?" She felt the bones in his neck snap as he fell limply underneath her. She rubbed her eyes and wondered when her vamp face had come out, and smiled at the thought that she would have terrified him just that little bit more looking like that. She looked down at him, his eyes bugging out, his tongue lolling at the side of his mouth. She pulled her arm up and rammed her fist into his face, feeling his nose crack under her knuckles. She brought her arm up and brought it down again, over and over, until there was nothing recognisable left of his face, just a bloody pulp of skin and crushed bones and teeth. She wiped the blood off her fist along her jeans, and leaned in to whisper to the head, "See you in Hell Daddy," before leaping off him to go and find B. ******** When she got back to the motel room, she was pleased to find Buffy was there waiting for her. She had lit candles all around the room and there was a young man tied and gagged on the floor by the bed. Buffy was dressed to kill in leather pants and nothing else but a black uplift bra. "You missed me B?" Faith laughed as she came through the door, tossing her jacket onto the bed. "Well, I don't like spending so much time apart from you," Buffy pouted. "So I've been thinking that I would have to find a way so that you didn't leave me again." She pushed Faith over and onto the bed, straddling her and pinning her arms above her head. Faith could hear clanking as Buffy reached over the back of the bed, and snapped the cuffs onto Faith's wrist, snaked the chain through the lattice of the metal bedframe and snapped the cuff at the end onto Faith's other wrist. "Jeez B! Where did you get these from?" Faith looked up to see how securely she was held, as Buffy rolled her hips forward slightly and began to grind them against her own. "Angel's place. I've been waiting for a special occasion to use them, that's all." She leaned down and captured Faith's mouth with her own. "I thought tonight seemed perfect." She purred onto Faith's tongue, grabbing it between her teeth and holding it there. "Don't try to struggle Faith," she said, as she felt faith try to remove her tongue from the grip of her teeth. "There'll be plenty of time for that later." Buffy let go and plunged her tongue into Faith's mouth, swirling it around for a second before pulling out and climbing off the bed. All Faith could do was lie there and watch as Buffy slowly removed her top, reaching her arms sensuously above her head, stretching her taut stomach and pushing her breasts forwards. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them over her hips, down her legs, stepping out of them and stroking her hands over the length of her legs as she stood up again. Completely naked, she walked over to the bed again and straddled herself across Faith's chest, leaning forward and making a great show of checking that the chains were sturdy enough. With her pussy only inches away from Faith's face, Faith could smell that she was extremely aroused, and could see that the very tops of her thighs were glistening in the candlelight, a dampness that was spreading through the material of top and onto her skin. "Well, it looks like they're tight enough," said Buffy, looking down at Faith. "Wouldn't want my little slayer to escape now, would we?" She kneeled up to check her hair in the mirror above the bed, taking her time to tuck a few loose strands behind her ears as she knew that she was directly above Faith's face, giving her a clear view of just how aroused she was. She moved her hips backwards and forwards just a few millimetres, and could feel her clit beginning to swell slightly with the anticipation. She sat back down on Faith's chest slowly, her body just out of Faith's reach as she arched her neck off the bed trying to reach her. Buffy placed her hands on either side of Faith's head and pushed her body down the length of Faith's. "None of that Faith, there's a good girl," she said, leaning in to kiss her. Faith groaned into her mouth at the first feel of her tongue slipping inside, turned on to the point of being ready to pop if she didn't get her hands on Buffy soon. As they kissed, she felt her hips arch off the bed and into Buffy's, and Buffy promptly broke of the kiss. "Uh-hu, Faith. You've got to be good." Buffy got off the bed and walked to where the boy was lying on the floor. Faith could see two puncture wounds on his neck, enough to make him quiet, but not enough to kill him. Buffy easily picked up the body and threw it on the foot of the bed, laying him out on his back. Faith watched as Buffy straddled him, slowly undoing his shirt, and tilting his neck to the side so that Faith had a good clear view of the pulsing flesh. She leant forward over him, running her tongue up the length of his chest, feeling herself getting wetter as she heard Faith moan from the top of the bed as she played with the toy in front of her. Buffy vamped out and slid her fangs into his neck, feeling his body convulse under her, tearing at the skin enough to let the blood flow freely. She pulled away and ran her index finger along the gash, covering her finger in his blood, before climbing off him and lying herself on the bed next to Faith. She held out her hand and slipped her finger into Faith's mouth, feeling her tongue wrap around him, her lips sucking on it. "Does he taste good Faith?" Buffy whispered into her ear, nibbling slightly on her lobe. "Do you want some more?" She could feel Faith nod, not breaking from the gentle sucking on her finger. She slipped it out and made her way back down the bed to the boy. Sitting on his hips, she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up into her, pressing her breasts against his chest. She licked the dribble of blood that had trickled its way down to his collar bone, dragging her tongue along the drying blood to the wound. Using the tip of her tongue she reopened the cut, the force of the action filling her mouth with his blood. She pulled him in closer, feeling her nipples begin to harden against his body, using all the willpower she had not to vamp out at the taste of him and the movement of his small struggles against her clitoris. She suddenly let go of his head and he dropped down onto the bed hard. Swinging her leg over him, she crawled over Faith's body, hovering her face over her head. As she brought her lips down to meet Faith's, she opened her mouth slightly, letting the blood trickle gently over her lips and over Faith's, feeling her gasp and open her mouth slightly. Buffy followed her, opening her mouth and kissing her deeply, feeling the blood fill them both as they pushed their tongues roughly against each other. Faith was swallowing hard, gulping at the sudden intrusion of liquid into her mouth, that taste of him and Buffy filling her up, her head pounding with need. As they kissed, Buffy could feel herself being pushed to the brink, needing fulfilment after such a slow build up. She tore at Faith's clothes, ripping them off and casually throwing them over her shoulder to fall on top of the body at the foot of the bed. She lay back over Faith, pressing her hardened nipples against Faith's, feeling the cold flesh along the length of her own. The wetness was beginning to spread over her thighs and as she reached down between Faith's legs, her fingers were immediately covered by Faith's arousal, three fingers sliding into her with ease. She brushed her thumb over Faith's swollen clit, feeling her shudder underneath her. They were both ready, close to the edge enough. She quickly broke off their kiss and pulled herself up, moving up the bed to kneel over Faith's face, taking as much of her weight on her legs as she could. She leaned forwards over Faith's body, transferring her weight from her legs to her arms as she lowered her mouth down between Faith's legs, and her own body down to meet Faith's. Faith's hips bucked at the first touch of Buffy's tongue on her body, feeling her take her clit between her lips and slide her tongue over it. She tried to reach for Buffy's hips but the chains held her firmly in place, as she lifted her head up off the pillow and slid her tongue up inside her as far as she could, feeling Buffy tense around it straight away and then began to relax as she slid it in and out slowly. Buffy gasped as soon as she felt Faith inside her, and began pushing her hips up and down gently, helping Faith to reach inside her as far as she could. She began to suck hard, her elbows struggling against the pressure as her body involuntarily wanted to grind itself down hard onto Faith's face. Buffy felt Faith pull out of her and move to lick her clit, rubbing her tongue over it roughly. "Oh Faith," Buffy opened her mouth over the flesh moving underneath her, bringing her lips together to create suction directly on Faith's clit, sucking harder as she felt her own body begin to quiver. Unable to stop anymore, she pushed herself down onto Faith's face, rubbing herself hard, feeling her body begin to spasm and clutch, momentarily regretting tying Faith's hands so hard. Faith's hips were arching off the bed, and Buffy could hear her moan underneath her. She reached down and pushed two fingers into her, feeling Faith finally go over the edge and cum hard around her fingers. The load moan reverberated across her pussy, and she felt herself cum as well, her juices soaking Faith's face and running down her own thighs as she collapsed forward. She rolled off Faith and lay gasping alongside her. They only needed a few moments to recover, but Buffy's legs were still weak as she turned her body round and reached up to pull Faith free. She leaned over and kissed her, licking the wetness of Faith's cheeks and chin before slipping her tongue tenderly into her mouth, able to taste some of the blood from earlier mixed in. She smiled as she pulled away. "Just remember always Faith. You may be my Sire, but I will always be your master."