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Subject: {ASSM} BtVS Fic: Buffy's Bitch - 8/? (f/f, teen, fdom, spank, humil, humor, TV-parody)
Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 19:10:02 -0500
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Title: Buffy's Bitch
Author: Oric13
Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17 (of course)
Keywords: f/f, teen, fdom, spank, humil, humor, TV-parody
Feedback: will gladly be accepted at Oric13@xs4all.nl
Summary: Affected by the slime of a demon, Buffy reacts somewhat
different to Cordelia's usual taunting.
Notes: The story takes place shortly after season 2 episode "I Only
Have Eyes For You" and is slightly AU, because unlike what happened in
the series: Cordelia did NOT get back with Xander. Instead she clawed
and bitched her way back as Queen of Sunnydale High.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon &
Mutant Enemy... but the story itself belongs to me.

Warning: This story contains: lesbian sex, spanking, D/s, humiliation
and a bit of S&M. If you don't like that or are too young for it, then
don't read this.



Buffy's Bitch
by Oric13



Little reminder from Chapter 7:

The Slayer chuckled as she heard the cheerleader's high heels tapping
loudly against the stone tiles -- indicating that the brunette didn't
waste much time in creating a vast distance between herself and the
boiler room.

"Either Cordelia is getting overly paranoid, or she's read too much
Stephen King novels," Buffy said to herself. "A monster making
Sunnydale High's boiler room into its apartment... yeah, right! I know
some weird stuff happens in this town, but that's just crazy."

"I couldn't agree with you more," a deep, ominous voice from behind
her said. "I've lived in this cellar for over a decade now, and I
still haven't seen any monsters."

"Exactly!" the blonde exclaimed. "That girl is on the fast track to
total paranoia; I mean it's n--" Buffy abruptly stopped speaking and
quickly turned around.

She found herself looking straight at a tall, dark figure. At least
8-feet high, he hovered menacingly above her. Mostly concealed by a
black, hooded robe, which was tied together with a string of silver
skulls, she could barely make out its face... and wish she hadn't. The
glowing red eyes and fang-filled mouth weren't exactly reassuring to
look at.

"Well, fuck, me!" Buffy slowly sounded out.

"What, AGAIN?" the dark shrouded figure replied with surprising wit.

"Oh, this is just great!" the blonde exclaimed. "I'm being dissed by
some cellar-dwelling creature."

"I prefer the term: Subterranean-American," it said as it stalked
closer.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Okay, just one quick question before I kick
your ass..." 

Now the creature rolled its eyes.

"Why didn't you just come out and attack us when we were... uhm," a
light blush covered the blonde's face, "busy together."

"And interrupt this unexpected show I was treated to? This cellar
doesn't exactly have an extensive entertainment centre, you know? I
have to make do with this one lousy transistor radio I got from some
janitor I ate."

"Besides..." a slender, forked tongue slipped out of the creature's
mouth, and it licked its lips. "One of you girls will be enough to
feed me for an entire month." 

These last words were barely spoken, when the creature suddenly leaped
towards Buffy: its clawed hands outstretched and aimed at the Slayer's
throat.


Chapter 8


Everything suddenly seemed to go into slow motion as the hooded figure
attacked her. She could see the creature's claws slowly descending,
inch-by-inch, towards her throat.

Several thoughts went through her mind as Buffy considered her current
situation. The first thought being: 'This is beyond weird.' And the
second thought: 'Hey, I'm not wearing any underwear.'

It then occurred to her that instead of philosophising about this
latest predicament, she'd better get ready for action. Quickly
reaching out, she grabbed the creature's wrists and let herself fall
back while pushing her feet into its stomach. As a result the monster
was propelled to the other side of the cellar, mostly by the force of
its own attack but with a little help from the Slayer's kick.

With a loud bang it connected with a sturdy oak table, which
apparently wasn't sturdy enough as it broke into several pieces the
moment the creature crashed into it.

The moment the monster hit the table, Buffy was already on her feet
and charging towards the creature, intending to finish it off while
it's still dazed from the fall... Unfortunately, the creature wasn't
dazed at all and, getting to its feet just as quickly as the Slayer,
it charged towards her as well.

They met each other about halfway: Crashing into one another they fell
down again and rolled across the floor while pounding each other.
Buffy managed to get up first and --obviously not a big supporter of
the saying: Never kick an enemy when he's down-- started to unleash a
series of kicks and punches on the prone monster.

*****

Though dazed and confused by the ferocity and power of this tiny
human's attack, Behenometh managed to recover enough of his senses to
kick the girl's legs out from under her and get back to his feet.

Only barely standing, he was once again attacked by the human girl.
This time he was ready though. As she aimed a flying kick at his head,
he quickly ducked and grabbed the girl's leg, then threw her in the
same direction where he himself just got thrown a minute ago.

With a sense of satisfaction, Behenometh watched as the pesky human
collided with the remains of the table with a gratifying crash. He
hissed as the girl climbed back to her feet and approached him again.

'Instead of running away she dares to attack Me again?! Her death
shall be a slow and painful one.'

"I'LL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH AND SUCK THE MARROW FROM YOUR BONES!!!"
Behenometh bellowed as he brought his claws into play and leapt
towards his opponent.

*****

"Feast on this, buddy!" Buffy replied while kicking her right leg up
and planting her feet squarely against the creature's nose -- making
him break off his attack as well as breaking his nose.

The creature stood still and felt his painful nose while glaring at
the Slayer with a mixture of anger and amazement. "How dare you
assault Behenometh, you puny human?!"

"Actually, the question is: How dare you assault the Slayer, you sucky
loser?" Buffy retorted while launching another attack.

"The SLAYER?!" Behenometh called out surprised as the blonde leapt
towards him. Quickly ducking, he grabbed her and hurled her towards
the other end of the room. "Well, that explains a few things."

Buffy twirled around in the air and landed on her feet. "So you've
heard of me?" she smirked while stalking the creature, searching for
an opening to attack.

"I've heard the legends," Behenometh growled back. "Though these
legends neglected to mention what an irritating, overbearing, little
bitch you are."

Buffy shot the monster a glare that would have made Cordy proud. "Oh!
You're SO gonna pay for that remark!"

The corners of Behenometh's mouth drew back, exposing rows of sharp,
yellow teeth the size of small daggers, as he issued Buffy his twisted
version of a smile. "Bring it on, short stuff!"

As the Slayer launched her attack, kicking and punching at the tall
creature, Behenometh retaliated by slicing at her with his warped
fingernails.

His razor-sharp claws moved so fast they appeared to be a blur (sort
of reminding Buffy of the movie 'Edward Scissorhands'), even with her
enhanced slayer-abilities she could barely avoid being
sliced-and-diced by the creature.

Buffy quickly back flipped until she was out of Behenometh's reach.
Looking down, she hurriedly checked to see if she's missing any body
parts... letting out a sigh of relief when she appeared okay apart
from a couple of cuts and scratches. Her sigh of relief turned into a
gasp of despair when she suddenly noticed that even though she might
have escaped relatively unscathed, her clothes weren't as lucky. In
fact, her clothes were goners.

With horror-filled eyes she watched the shredded remains of clothing,
which once made-up one of her favourite outfits, fall away from her
body to the floor, leaving her naked except for her shoes.

Buffy balled her hands into fists and glared up at the creature who
was watching her with an ever-increasing smug smile on his face.

Behenometh raised his hand to his mouth in pretended shock. "Ooops!"

Exactly one second later, Buffy smashed a wooden chair (the same one
she had been occupying a bit earlier) into Behenometh's smirking face.

Behenometh bellowed angrily. With one fell swoop of his arm he slammed
the Slayer several feet away.  As the blonde jumped back to her feet,
he immediately charged her.

Buffy beat him off with a karate kick to his chin, then turned around
and quickly ran into the opposite direction -- Behenometh following
closely behind her.

After running around the entire cellar, Buffy felt him starting to
gain on her, so she quickly decided on a plan of action. Heading
straight for one of the walls, she waited until she had almost reached
it before leaping up against the stone surface and walking a couple of
steps straight up to the ceiling. As she was about to loose her
footing, she did a quick back-flip and landed precisely behind
Behenometh just as he crashed into the wall.

While the creature lay dazed from the crash, Buffy jumped on him,
grabbed his head and - with a quick twist - broke his neck. A look of
total astonishment appeared on Behenometh's face... then his skin
slowly started to meld away, until only a tall skeleton wrapped in a
cloak remained.

"Don't fuck with me!" Buffy told Behenometh's final remains.

Several seconds later, the skeleton itself dissolved as well...
leaving only a long, black cloak behind as last proof of Behenometh's
existence.

After congratulating herself on another slaying well-done, Buffy began
to examine her shredded clothing to see if she could salvage anything.
However, it soon became painfully clear that there wasn't even enough
of the fabric intact to dress a Barbie.

Sighing, she looked around for anything at all that she could possibly
use for clothing. Finally, her eyes fell to Behenometh's black cloak.
Though she wasn't very keen on wearing anything that has just been
worn by--what ever the Hell that was--she realized she didn't have
many options. She could either wear the cloak, or wear nothing at
all... And with her only change of clothing in her gym locker at the
other side of the school, that wasn't much of a choice. It's not like
she could go out there naked, with an entire school full of people
walking around.

Buffy picked up the cloak and started putting it on. 'At least this
way I can tell people that I'm trying out my Halloween costume.'

Pulling the cloak close around her, she lifted up the hem and headed
for the doorway. About halfway to the door the many silver skulls
decorating the cloak began to glow. Gradually the entire cloak became
enveloped in the same glow, and then... disappeared, leaving Buffy
completely naked again.

For a long moment, the Slayer stared open-mouthed at her naked body.

"Fuck!"

*****

The three men gaped at Willow.

"Whoa... Willow! I don't think I've ever heard you use the F word
before."

"Well, it seemed appropriate for this situation," the redhead pouted.
"I can't believe Buffy actually KISSED Cordelia Chase."

"Really?" Xander replied. "I have no problem believing it... or
picturing it... several times in a row... in slow motion... with sound
effects: lotsa grunting and moaning."

The hacker glared at her childhood friend before continuing her rant.
"First it's you and her in the broom closet and now it's Buffy KISSING
with her in the hallways?!" Willow kept emphasizing "her" as if she
was referring to the Queen of All Evil herself. "I'm damn close to
revoking both your "I Hate Cordelia Chase" club memberships!"

Giles politely coughed, and Oz actually went as far as to raise an
eyebrow at his girlfriend. "Uhm, Will? You're starting to sound just
the tiniest bit jealous here."

"Jealous?!" The redhead looked back indignantly. "ME?! I'm not
jealous! Why should I be jealous?! Just because that rich bitch is
busy sinking her mangy claws into both my best friends, luring them in
with her skanky clothes and her surgically enhanced boobs, doesn't
mean I'm freakin' JEALOUS!!"

"Willow!" Giles called out shocked.

Oz reacted by raising his eyebrow again, earning himself a new,
personal record for most facial expressions emoted in one day. "Ouch."

"Mroowww!" Xander commented.

"Okay, maybe just the tiniest bit."

*****

Meanwhile, Willow's nemesis, blissfully unaware of being the centre of
the Scoobies' discussions, entered the school's cafeteria and looked
around with the appropriate combination of superiority and disdain.

Her presence was immediately detected by her "Cordettes", which
prompted her 2nd in command to enthusiastically wave a hand in the air
and call her over. "Yoo-hoo, Cordy! Over here!"

For a long moment, Cordelia stared at the waving blonde, clucking her
tongue in disapproval at Harmony's use of the term "Yoo-hoo" (which,
in her opinion, only a yahoo used), not to mention the neon-blue
colour nail polish that blemished her friend's fingernails (which,
even from this distance, made her eyes water).

'Oh well... these are just two of the many reasons why she's second in
command of our little group.'

Putting on a gracious smile, she waved back and headed for the
cheerleaders' table.

The girls chirped out greetings while cramming closer together to make
room for their leader.

Cordelia regally sat down and granted her flock a dazzling smile.
"So... what have you girls been up to in my absence?"

"We were just discussing who currently deserves the title for Hottest
Hunk in Showbiz," Amber answered. "So far we've narrowed it down to:
Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio and Ben Affleck."

Cordelia nodded solemnly. "A vital and comprehensive issue, which has
gone unspoken for far too long." A condescending smirk threatened to
appear on her lips, but with a bit of effort she managed to keep a
straight face. "Well... my vote goes to Brad Pitt. He's more mature
then Leonardo, and better looking then Ben Affleck."

Aura nodded. "Excellent decision, Cordy; I picked him as well."

"I personally prefer Leonardo," Amber noted dreamingly.

"Yeah, Leonardo does it for me as well," Harmony said.

"It's Ben Affleck for me," another girl chimed in.

"Brad Pitt. Best-looking piece of man-candy there is," Natasha said
with a look of longing in her eyes.

"I'm more a Ben Affleck kinda gal myself," Ebony joined in the
discussion.

The cheerleaders kept arguing about which star was most worthy of the
"Hottest Hunk" title until the bell rang and they had to go to their
respective classes.

Busy talking with Harmony and Amber while they headed for their
English class, Cordelia looked up annoyed when her path was suddenly
blocked by Xander and Willow. 

While both Harmony and Amber stood momentarily stunned at the audacity
of these two nobodies to stand in their way, Cordelia fixed the two
Scoobies with an icy glare and followed up with a disdainful sniff.

"What is this? Did someone put a bus stop on this spot when I wasn't
looking? Move you two!"

"Relax, Cordy, we just need a moment of your time to ask you
something," Xander said.

"Not interested. Now run along back to your cosy little library--or to
whatever place the hotspot for geeks is these days." Cordelia became
suddenly aware of the baleful glares Willow was sending her way and
frowned. "And what exactly is your problem? Did Wal-Mart stop selling
the granny underwear sets of fifty you love so much?"

Willow's green eyes flared up and she took a step forwards. "Listen
you skanky bit--"

"Whoa! Retract your nails, ladies!" Xander hastily signalled for a
truce with his hands. "We really need your help, Cordy. It will only
take a moment."

Cordelia sighed. "Oh, very well! Here goes... Xander: visit a gym and
never wear that shirt with those pants. Willow: apply your make-up in
front of a mirror and with the lights ON from now on. Oh, and stop
wearing headwear from the Bozo the Clown collection. Back to Xander:
when using deodorant, make sure you use something that costs more then
a buck and isn't sold at the local pet store."

Xander and Willow stood frozen in disbelief while Cordelia, Amber and
Harmony exchanged high-fives. 

Cordelia turned to face the two dumbfounded teens again and shot them
a smirk. "There. Wasn't that helpful from me?"

"No, what would be helpful is when you finally get that exorcism,
which half the town is been saving up for with a special "Free
Cordelia" fund," Xander wryly replied. 

Willow, meanwhile, still stood as frozen; her mind racing as she
franticly tried to come up with a good comeback, or at least something
coherent to say.

"Now, what I wanted to say, before we were so rudely interrupted by
one of your multiple personalities: we need to have a talk about
Buffy..." Xander shot Cordelia a smirk that was almost equal to one of
the May Queen's. "I thought we might want to do that in private, but
if you have no problem with including your good friends Amber and
Harmony in the conversation..." Xander's smirk grew bigger as he
indicated both girls, "then neither do I. I'm sure they can keep a
secret."

Cordelia's expression became a bit sour once she heard the B word
mentioned, and didn't get any brighter after Xander concluded his
little speech. Turning to face her two best friends, she noticed they
were looking at her with curious eyes, their noses twitching a little
as if they were sniffing this situation for potential gossip material.

Thinking quickly, the brunette shot them both a bright smile. "Amber,
Harm, you gals better go ahead without me. I'll do my good deed for
this millennium by helping out these poorly dressed individuals - who
I hardly know - and catch up with you later."

"Hmm," Xander commented, "you seemed to know me pretty well in the
broom closet when--"

"Let's go!" an annoyed Cordelia hurriedly interrupted him, and she
quickly dragged the two Scoobies into an empty classroom. Giving her
astonished friends - who hadn't moved yet - a quick wave and smile,
she closed the door behind them.

The May Queen peeked through the little window in the door until she
saw Harmony and Amber walk away. With a scowl on her face, she turned
her attention to the patiently waiting Xander and Willow. "Now, what's
so damn important to actually make you two crawl from the dark
recesses of the library of weirdness and crash my carefree, yet
fashionable existence?"

Xander rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh, how I've missed your flair for
the dramatics, Cordy... We only wanted to ask you if you know what's
going on with Buffy."

"Buffy?" Cordelia suspiciously eyed the two Scoobies. "Why should I
know anything about Buffy? Creative-with-Stakes Summers hangs out in
your little band of misfits, so why are you asking me?"

"Wellllll," Xander drawled, "For some bizarre reason, you've been the
most important thing on Buffy's mind in the last couple of weeks. That
sounds like a pretty good reason to start with."

"Oh, Please!" The cheerleader snorted derisively. "You can't hold me
responsible for whatever the hell goes on inside Buffy's mind. That
girl is a freakin' wet dream for psychoanalysts!"

"I've also heard you've been spending a lot of time with Buffy
lately."

"Vicious rumours spread by the army of gossips that inhabit this
school!" Cordy vehemently replied.

Ignoring Cordelia's many protests, Xander continued unperturbed, "And
thirdly, that kiss you two shared in the hallway this morning."

The brunette narrowed her eyes. "We didn't share a kiss! She kissed
me!! And once again directing you back to my earlier answer: Who the
hell knows what goes on inside her head? For all I know that could've
been part of another lame-assed prophesy where she has to kiss a girl
to prevent the opening of the Hellmouth -- or something equally
ridiculous."

Letting out another -deep- sigh, Xander started massaging his temples.
"So what you're saying is that you have no clue whatsoever about
what's going with Buffy?"

"Well, Duh!"

Having reached his quota of his ex-girlfriend's "radiant presence",
Xander grabbed Willow's hand and slowly backed away to the door. "One
last question: do you have any idea where Buffy could be right now?
Because we haven't seen her since Mrs. Walker's History class dropped
out."

The May Queen blinked a couple of times before innocently replying,
"Nope, not a clue."

Xander nodded. Dragging Willow with him, he left the classroom and
closed the door behind him.

"Did you believe her?" he asked the redhead while they hurried to
their next class.

The Witch/Hacker shook her head.

"Me neither," Xander agreed, "she seemed a little too defensive... and
when she said that she didn't know where Buffy could be, she was
clearly lying... There's definitely something going on between the two
of them."

Noticing Willow's lack of response, he frowned. "And what's up with
you, Will? You've hardly said a word during our audience with Queen C,
and you're not very talkative right now either."

The redhead abruptly stopped walking and looked back at her surprised
friend. "Cordelia, you have no clue whatsoever PERIOD. THAT'S what
I've should have said to her!" Turning around, she started running
back to the classroom where they left the cheerleader.

Xander watched open-mouthed as his friend headed back to find
Cordelia... then quickly started walking after her. "Uh, Will? It's a
little bit late for a snappy comeback. Besides, Cordy is probably
already on her way to her own class right now... Will? WILLOW!"

*****

The door to Sunnydale High's cellar slowly opened and a blonde head
peaked out through the opening. After having spent several long hours
in the basement, Buffy's patience had finally run out. Since most of
the classes had ended by now, she decided it's safe enough to try to
get her spare set of clothes from her gym locker.

After making sure that no one was around, the Slayer stepped into the
hallway and hurriedly headed for the gym.

Instinctively holding an arm in front of her bouncing breasts and
covering her shaved slit with her hand, she ran through the empty
corridors. Even though she often had to hide out in an empty classroom
or another convenient hiding place whenever a student or a staff
member got too close, she still made pretty good time and gradually
approached her destination.

As Buffy neared the hallway that lead to the gym and the dressing
rooms, her slayer-hearing detected several voices. Breaking off her
quick sprint, she tiptoed the last couple of yards and peaked around
the corner.

Chagrined, she counted at least seven students standing together in a
group; talking to each other and inadvertently blocking her way to the
girls' locker room. Her eyes narrowed when she detected among those
seven students a very sexy-looking Cordelia Chase talking animatedly
with the school's star quarterback Michael Faraday.

Watching the good-looking couple interact, the Slayer noticed several
things which caused her already strong feelings of jealousy and anger
to increase. One of these things being that they really looked good
together and, unlike most other jocks, Michael seemed a really nice
guy. But this just irked her. What pissed her off most was discovering
that Cordy had removed her bra again, and the slutty manner in which
the brunette was flaunting her big braless breasts at her
boyfriend-to-be. With great success, apparently, since the young man's
eyes were more often focussed on the cheerleader's chest then her
face.

'How DARE she show off her tits to anyone besides me WITHOUT my
permission!' Buffy furiously thought. 'Cordelia Chase belongs to ME
and so does her tits!'

Occupied by her feeling of resentment, the blonde only slowly became
aware that Michael's eyes had stopped focussing on Cordy's chest and
were now looking straight at her! She suddenly noticed that in her
anger, she'd left her hideout and started walking towards Michael and
Cordelia.

As the dumbfounded male gaped at her and blinked, Buffy used her
slayer-speed to duck away in the other hallway.

 From her new hiding place, she focussed her enhanced hearing to listen
in on Cordy's and Michael conversation.

"What ARE you staring at?" an annoyed sounding voice inquired.
Definitely Cordelia.

"I-I... I could have sworn I just saw......"

"Saw what? Don't tell me you've just seen Jesus and are now a
born-again Christian, because--"

"No! No! Nothing like that, it's just... This is gonna sound silly,
but I could have sworn I just saw Buffy Summers standing there...
err... totally naked." Michael finished the last part of his sentence
in a whisper.

Cordelia was silent for a while before replying, "Hmm, I think I'd
almost preferred it if you saw Jesus instead. Or, even better, ME,
totally naked... Hallucinating about other naked girls is never a
really good start for a new relationship."

"Trust me, Cordy: I would have preferred seeing you naked as well."

That seemed to appease the brunette. "Maybe you will, sometime soon,
IF you are a very good boy."

Buffy could hear the quarterback gulp and, in her mind's eye, could
see his erection jump up to salute Cordy's words. 'Not if I got
anything to do with it!' she grimly decided before going in search of
a better hiding place.

*****

It took nearly an hour of waiting before all the students left and
Buffy was finally free to leave her hideout and sneak into the girls'
locker room. Even though her slayer-senses had told her as much
already, she still felt a sense of relief when she saw that the place
was empty. She had sort of been afraid that one of the "Cordettes"
would have caught her entering the locker room buck-naked.

'I'm not sure I'd be able to show my face in school again if that had
happened!'

After taking a long shower, which helped to sooth her frazzled nerves,
Buffy padded back into the locker room and towelled herself dry. And
once she'd brushed her hair, put on a new set of clothes, and
reapplied her make-up, she felt a whole lot better.

A lot more cheerful then before, the blonde checked herself in the
mirror one last time and then left the locker room 

However, most of that cheer went out the door when she bumped into
someone on her way out. Someone who she instantly recognized as
Michael Faraday -- the little horn-dog who kept hitting on HER Cordy,
and who was now snooping around the girls' locker room for God knows
what reason.

They stared at each other... Or at least: Michael stared, Buffy more
glared.

"Buffy? Uh... what are you still doing here?" Michael finally asked.

"Since this is the girls' locker room, I think the question should be:
What are you doing here?"

That question had him baffled for a couple of seconds. Then he
honestly replied, "I saw something... strange a bit earlier and
decided to go back and see... um... if I would see it again.

Buffy smirked when she realized what it was that he hoped to see
again. 'Fat chance of ever seeing me naked again... Your girlfriend's
chances of seeing what you saw are about 100% better.'

Thinking of the two of them together as a pair rekindled the Slayer's
jealousy and anger. She narrowed her eyes at the quarterback and
stepped closer, invading his personal space.

"Actually, Michael," she said with a deceptively sweet voice, "it's
kinda convenient that we bumped into each other like this, since we
need to have a little talk."

Michael blinked and stared at the strange behaving girl. "We do?"

"Yes, we do."

"About what?"

"About a mutual friend of ours: Cordelia Chase."

"Really?" Michael answered after a long moment of silence, "I didn't
know you are one of Cordelia's friends, or vice versa. But, even if
you are: why do we need to have "a little talk" about her?"

"Because I want YOU to stay away from her," the blonde stonily
replied.

He gaped at her. "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

There was another long period of silence while the two of them stared
at each other. Buffy's silence being mainly because she's waiting for
Michael's reply while Michael's silence had more to do with him trying
to figure out what the hell Buffy's problem was.

Finally, his baffled brain managed to come up with a reply, "Is this
about Cordelia and me dating?"

"Yes, it is."

Michael took a deep breath. "And why, exactly, don't you want us to
date?"

"Because Cordy belongs to ME!" The blonde's eyes flared. "Which means
you have to keep your grubby paws off of her, got that?"

'Well, I didn't see THAT one coming... Buffy Summers and Cordelia
Chase lesbian lovers?! Holy Shit!! I feel like I'm in some sort of
pornographic version of 'Saved by the Bell' with Summers here starring
as Jessie, since she sorta resembles Elizabeth Berkley in 'Showgirls',
and Cordelia playing the part of Kelly Kapowski!'

It took Michael an entire minute to digest this latest bit of info,
and he was able to ask, "Excuse me, but if Cordy "belongs" to you,
then why is she dating ME?"

Buffy grimaced. "Apparently, she is under the impression that she's
allowed to. I'm going to have a little "talk" with her as well and
explain to her that she isn't."

'Wait a minute... what am I thinking here?!' Michael sighed and rolled
his eyes. 'No matter how big a turn-on it is to picture Buffy and
Cordelia together: she's probably making this all up. This IS Buffy
Summers we're talking about: she's the only person in this school
who's more disturbed then Principal Snider... well, maybe she AND
lunch-lady Doris.'

"Right... listen, Summers. Why don't we just forget this conversation
ever happened and let Cordelia decide who SHE wants to date, and leave
it at that, okay?" Giving the blonde a small, pitying smile, he
started to turn away but was stopped by Buffy's reply.

"No, NOT okay. I told you to stay away from Cordy AND I MEAN IT!"

Sighing, he turned to face her again. "Oh, you do? And what happens if
I don't stay away from Cordy and continue to date her?"

Buffy took a step closer, invading his personal space again. "Then
I'll kick your ass."

"YOU are going to kick MY ass?!" Michael slowly repeated, making sure
he heard THIS correctly.

"That's right," was the blonde's curt reply.

'This is getting way too weird... even for this town! First, I'm
pretty sure I saw Buffy Summers walking naked in the hallway. Then, a
little later, I bump into the very same Buffy Summers a few yards from
the place where I saw her naked. And now she starts threatening ME to
stop seeing MY girlfriend, only because SHE wants my girlfriend as
well?!'

"Okayyy, let's see if I've got this right: YOU are going to kick MY
ass if I don't stop seeing MY girlfriend who YOU want to date?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up," the Slayer smirked

He looked over his own muscular 6'7" physique and then gazed down
again at Buffy's tiny 5'3" frame. "Seriously, though... what happens
if I don't stop dating Cordelia?"

The blonde's eyes narrowed again. "I'll kick you ass."

"No, SERIOUSLY?!"

Hours later, he still wasn't sure what exactly happened at that point;
but he suddenly found himself upside down, hovering several feet above
the floor while being pressed up against the wall, and looking
straight into the face of a very pissed off Buffy Summers. 

"I'll. Kick. Your. Fucking. Ass." Buffy slowly sounded out. "And after
the ten seconds it will take me to do that: I'll mount your fucking
head on my bedroom wall. Capiche, moosehead?" 

He only managed to squeak and nod in assent.

Then, he's suddenly on the floor again, and waxing that floor with his
butt as Buffy bowled him about 25 feet down the hallway before he
bumped into a row of lockers.

Open-mouthed and rubbing his ass, he watched the blonde walk away,
ignoring him as she strolled passed him.

'Okay, that's it! When I get my football scholarship and go to
college, it's DEFINITELY going to be in another state!!'

*****

Feeling riled up by her t�te-�-t�te with Michael, Buffy decided to
skip her usual visit to the library in favour of heading straight for
Cordy's house.

After leaping the tall fence again, she quickly made her way through
Mrs. Chase's meticulously landscaped garden and climbed onto the
terrace. Buffy immediately spotted Cordelia lying stretched out in one
of the lawn chairs, and smiled when she saw that the cheerleader was
completely naked.

'At least Cordy has obeyed my order not to wear any clothing at home
while waiting for my visit,' she noted with satisfaction. 'Good, then
maybe I'll go a little easy on her this time.' Recalling the way
Cordelia had been all over the star quarterback, she made a face.
'Then again: maybe I won't.'

The Slayer soundlessly sneaked towards the brunette till she was
standing at the foot end of the cheerleader's chair. While studying
Cordelia's tan, naked body, which glistened from the abundantly
applied suntan oil, Buffy softly stroked the palm of her hand across
her rock-hard nipples poking out from beneath her shirt. 'Mmmm, no
matter how many times I've seen Cordy naked already, I still get a
thrill whenever I see her luscious, perfect, nude body again.'

After taking her time to visually examine all of the cheerleader's
charms, Buffy decided to make her presence known; though she suspected
that the brunette had probably already spotted her, seeing that she
was blocking the other girl's sunlight.

"Hi, Cordy!"

As she suspected, the cheerleader wasn't the least bit startled by her
greeting.

"Hello, Buffy," the brunette calmly replied, giving her a little
smile. "Back for more nasty sex-play?"

The Slayer smirked at Cordelia's casual commentary about their sexual
relationship. But that smirk quickly disappeared when the blonde
sternly reminded herself that she's supposed to be angry at the
brunette.

Folding her arms in front of her, she fixed the cheerleader with a
glare. "I'm very upset with you, Cordy."

The May Queen at first didn't respond, then sighed and took off her
sunglasses. "Oh? And what did I do now?" she questioned in a tired
tone of voice.

"You forgot who you belong to," was the Slayer's clipped response.
"You've been a bad little bitch, Cordy."

"'Scuse me?" Cordelia said, getting beyond annoyed now. "Listen,
blondie: I've licked what you wanted me to lick, kissed where you
wanted me to kiss and you've given me more intensive vaginal
examinations then my own gynaecologist... I doubt if Sunnydale High's
Prom Committee is giving out an award for "Best Lesbian Sex Slave"
this year, but if they do then I'm a freakin' shoo-in!"

Once again, an involuntary smile crossed the Slayer's lips. 'Heh. She
does have a funny way of putting things.'

"Your... um, performance is first-rate, Cordelia. I wasn't talking
about that."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Buffy felt her earlier feelings of anger and jealousy making a quick
comeback. "I'm talking about you and a certain Star Quarterback."

"Why are you bringing Michael up?" Cordelia asked puzzled.

"I heard about your date for this evening..." Buffy began before
turning silent.

"What exactly were you planning on doing with him tonight, Cordy?" she
suddenly inquired, an accusing tone in her voice. "Were you going to
let him play with those nice big tits of yours?"

"Maybe... that sort of depends on how tonight's date will go... What's
it to you?" the cheerleader shot back.

"You belong to ME and I don't want you seeing him. In fact: I told him
as much."

"WHAT?! What did you say to him?!"

"I told him that you're mine and I didn't want you going out with him
anymore... oh, and to stay the fuck away from you."

"Are you NUTS?!?!" Cordelia practically bellowed, then quickly lowered
her voice when it occurred to her that it probably wasn't a good idea
to annoy an already irate Slayer. "What the HELL gives you the right
to tell MY boyfriend to back off?!" she continued in a harsh whisper.

"I don't want his grubby hands on your tits!" Buffy angrily replied.
"These," her hands cupped and squeezed Cordelia's bare breasts,
eliciting a yelp from the stunned brunette. "Are MINE! And from now on
I will be the only one who gets to play with them."

Buffy released the cheerleader's tits and gave each globe a quick
slap.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Owww!!"

"And if I see you dating --or even just being overly friendly with
boys-- that cute ass of yours is gonna get it."

"Please tell me you're kidding?!" a shocked Cordelia called out.

"Nope," Buffy replied matter-of-factly. "Consider this fair warning,
Cordy: If I see you do as much as flirt with a boy, or another girl
for that matter, I will use that heavy belt of yours to give your bare
behind such a thrashing that for the next couple days, whenever you
sit down, you'll be reminded who your little butt belongs to... namely
ME!!" The blonde's eyes narrowed. "In fact... I think I'll give you a
dose with the belt right now, just to let you know I mean business."

Cordelia stared open-mouthed at the blonde. "NOW you're kidding,
right?"

As answer a wicked smile appeared on the Slayer's lips. With a quick
movement she reached out and grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's left
earlobe.

"Ow!"

By applying some mild pressure and yanking on Cordy's ear a couple of
times, Buffy got the cheerleader out of her chair and led the yelping
girl into the house, and then up the stairs to her room.

Upon entering the cheerleader's room, the Slayer released Cordelia's
ear and, with a few well-placed spanks against the brunette's behind,
directed her to the big canopy bed.

Buffy positioned Cordelia kneeling face down on the bed and ordered
the brunette to place her arms in front of her and clasp her hands
together. When the cheerleader obeyed, she grabbed a silk scarf from
the nightstand and tied the end of it around Cordy's wrists.

"What the Hell are you doing now?" Cordelia loudly exclaimed.

"I'm binding your hands in preparation for your punishment, Cordy,"
Buffy calmly explained.

"Well, DUH!! I'm not talking about your latest kink, "Mistress"
Buffy," the May Queen acidly responded. "I'm talking about you using
my very expensive, one-of-a-kind, Chanel scarf to tie me up with! If
you're gonna be playing bondage-girl then at least have the courtesy
to use your own cheapo scarf, you fuckin' Philistine!"

The blonde grinded her teeth, counted silently till ten, then loosened
the silk scarf and replaced it with the one she was wearing. "You do
realize that you're gonna pay for this latest example of your special
brand of "tact"?"

"Whatever!" Cordelia insolently replied.

The Slayer narrowed her eyes but said nothing more while tying the
cheerleader's wrists together... Once Cordy's hands were tied, she
fastened the scarf to the headboard.

Taking a step back, she surveyed the satisfying scene before her:
Rich, elitist, Valleygirl Cordelia Chase kneeling naked on her bed
with her hands tied to the headboard and her ass up in the air, ready
for any kind -and amount- of punishment she decided to dish out!

Buffy felt a familiar tingle in her loins as she stared at the
brunette's invitingly uplifted, round bottom. 'There'll be time for
that later,' she told herself. 'First I need to teach Cordy a couple
of valuable lessons, among which making her understand once and for
all, who she belongs to... A dozen strokes with the belt on her bare
ass should drive that message home.'

SMACK!!!

"Ouch!!"

Grinning at the red handprint that now decorated the cheerleader's
butt, Buffy headed for Cordelia's walk-in closet and retrieved from
there the beautiful, handcrafted, leather belt she'd admired a couple
of days before.

"I'm gonna whip your naughty behind twelve times with this belt to
remind you who your ass belongs to, Cordy," Buffy told the brunette
while taking position behind her. "And, as punishment for your snooty
attitude, you will count out each stroke of the belt and thank me for
it."

"WHAT?!" Cordelia called out infuriated. "There's NO WAY I'm thanking
you for whipping my ass, you mentally-deprived midget!"

WHACK!!!!

"Ahhh!!!"

"Make that FIFTEEN strokes with the belt!" the now very annoyed Slayer
told the cheerleader. "Anymore insults and I'll add another three
strokes. Also, any stroke with the belt that you DON'T call out or
thank me for, WON'T COUNT! So suit yourself if you don't wanna thank
me, since it's your butt that's on the line... literally!"

Buffy noted with satisfaction that Cordelia was uncharacteristically
silent after her little speech and seemed to be seriously considering
her words. Lightly stroking her left hand across the brunette's firm
buttocks, she said, "Now brace yourself, Cordy... because it's time
for your punishment."

With that, Buffy drew her right hand back, and let the belt land on
Cordelia's uplifted butt.

WHACKK!!!!

"AHHHH!!!!"

....

"Well?"

"One... T-Thank you."

Buffy grinned and lifted her arm for the second stroke.

WHACK!!!

"OH!!!"

"T-two... Thank you."

WHACK!!!!

"Ouch!!! Three... Thank you, Buffy."

WHACK!!!!

*****

WHACKK!!!!

"Ahhhh!!! T-Thirteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

Delighted by Cordy's sudden politeness, Buffy made the next stroke a
lot softer.

WHACK!!

"Ohhh!! Fourteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

WHACK!!!

"OH!!! F-Fifteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

Breathing a little heavier then usual, Buffy inspected the work she'd
done on Cordelia's ass. The cheerleader's formerly bronzed and
unblemished cheeks were now covered with a series of red welts, making
her butt look like piece of modern art. 

Impressed by her own handiwork, she muttered, "Wow... that's one
well-punished behind," and stroked her hand across the beaten
buttocks, which brought a sharp gasp from the still kneeling brunette.

Amused by Cordy's reaction to her touch, the Slayer petted the
brunette's buttocks some more, secretly revelling in the small gasps
and pants coming from the May Queen's mouth. Slowly, inch-by-inch, her
hand drifted lower... until, finally, she reached the cheerleader's
moist centre.

When Buffy's probing fingers detected Cordelia's swollen labia-lips,
fully erect clit, and increasing wetness, a self-satisfied smirk
appeared on her lips. "Looks like you've been enjoying your little
butt-warming, Cordy," she teased the brunette.

Groaning in mortification, the cheerleader buried her head deeper in
the bedcovers. Hoping she could hide away in there. Her groan of shame
abruptly changed into a groan of lust when the blonde inserted three
fingers in her slit. Fingers which could only enter her tight pussy
this easily because of her arousal, she noted shamefully.

Despite her embarrassment, Cordelia couldn't stop a series of groans
and grunts coming unwillingly from her lips when the small blonde
brought her free hand around to play with her clit while
finger-fucking her with the other hand.

The feeling of the Slayer's fingers pounding her cunt with the added
sensations of two fingers lightly pulling and pinching her clit, made
her crazy with lust. Unable to stop herself, the brunette began
pushing her pussy back onto the blonde's thrusting fingers.

A blush crept across her cheeks when she heard Buffy's little snicker.
"You really love my fingers up your little snatch, hey Cordy?"

The cheerleader's only response was an especially loud moan and
humping the Slayer's fingers even faster.

"Atta girl! Ride my fingers," Buffy giggled.

And that was exactly what she did. She moved her ass back and forth
and rode the blonde's fingers until stars appeared in front of her
eyes, specks of saliva flew from lips, and she could feel an amazing
orgasm approaching...

Then, suddenly, Buffy's fingers were yanked away from her pussy and,
as a result, the feeling of bliss in her nether regions started to
diminish.

"Noooooo!!!" Cordelia cried out when she felt herself coming down from
her incredible sexual high. "Don't stop!! Please! Keep going, Buffy!"

The blonde giggled again. "I don't think so, Cordy... The thing is:
your punishment isn't over yet. I still have to make you pay for your
last batch of insults, and for the way you showcased your big boobs in
front of your ex-boyfriend."

"I thought that was what that LONG and PAINFUL ass-whipping was for?"
the cheerleader complained.

"Nope," Buffy cheerfully replied while petting the brunette's
buttocks. "That was to remind you who your ass belongs to, and to give
you a little attitude adjustment."

"Nice to know you're keeping score," Cordelia grumpily remarked.
Rubbing her thighs together she tried to hold on to her arousal.

"Yup, and now it's time to continue your punishment," the Slayer
smiled, and untied the scarf binding the brunette's hand together.
"Lie on your back and spread your legs, Cordy."

After hesitating for a moment, the cheerleader complied and turned
over on her back. Looking into the blonde's eyes, she slowly spread
her legs, exposing her dripping pussy to the Slayer's heated stare.

"Loving the view, Cordy," Buffy smirked, and began stripping off her
clothes. In a matter of moments the blonde stood completely nude,
having disposed of her clothes in record-time (not counting the job
Behenometh did of undressing her a bit earlier today). Keeping her
gaze directed at the cheerleader's wet cunt, the Slayer rubbed her own
damp pussy.

While playing with herself, Buffy noticed Cordelia's hand sliding
towards her own pussy... and they both pushed a finger inside their
slits at the exact same time. A couple of seconds later, they were
sliding their fingers in-and-out of their cunts completely in-sync
with one another.

Watching each other, both girls frantically fingered their dripping
slots.

Cordelia moved her free left hand to her left tit and started kneading
the soft flesh. A good example invites imitation, so Buffy did the
same. Moaning loudly, the two girls pinched and pulled at their erect
nipples and frigged their dripping cunts.

Pushing her breast up to her mouth, Cordelia popped the nipple inside
and started sucking on the stiff knob while her right hand kept busy
between her legs.

Buffy looked down at her own, smaller breasts and then back up to the
cheerleader nursing on her own tit. "Show-off," she muttered.

Still a long way off from her own orgasm, Buffy noticed that Cordelia
was quickly approaching hers. Remembering that the cheerleader still
had a bit of pain coming to her before pleasure, she stopped playing
with herself and jumped onto the bed next to Cordy, visibly startling
the brunette. Quickly grabbing a hold of Cordelia's wrists, she
interrupted the cheerleader's masturbation session by raising her arms
high above her head and retying both wrists with the scarf to the
headboard.

"So... that's much better," the Slayer grinned while gazing down at
the loudly protesting and struggling cheerleader. "Time for your
punishment, Cordy." With that, the blonde knelt above Cordelia's face
and lowered her pussy to the brunette's mouth.

"This is my punishment?" asked a muffled voice from below her. "I have
to lick your pussy again?"

"There's a little more to it," Buffy said while staring down at the
cheerleader's big tits. Swinging her hands downwards, she gave both
globes a quick slap.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ouch!!"

"To remind you who your titties belong to: I'm going to give these
beauties a little hand spanking until you make me cum."

"You've got to be kidding me?!"

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Nope... So I suggest you get to work on my pussy, Cordy."

"Wait! Why can't I use my hands to help bring you off?"

"Well, duh!" Buffy imitated the May Queen. "Because it's more fun this
way."

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Owww!!! Bitch!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Ow!! Owww!!! I'm sorry! I'm Sorry!!"

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Better put your tongue to work, Cordelia, because I can keep this up
a hell of a lot longer then you can."

The cheerleader quickly followed that advice and started stroking her
tongue across the Slayer's slit.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

*****

"Mmmmm!! yessss..." SMACK!! SMACK!! "Lick me, bitch!" SMACK!! SMACK!!
"Eat my pussy!" SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ow!!" Cordelia grimaced as two more stinging slaps were delivered
onto her tender breasts. She'd been licking the Slayer's cunt for
almost 15 minutes now, but the petite blonde still didn't seem to be
nearing her orgasm. 'Just my luck that the one time Buffy manages to
keep from coming is the very time that she's torturing my tits till
she cums!'

The cheerleader let out another yelp when the Slayer pulled and
pinched her nipples again. Apart from spanking her tits, manhandling
her nipples seemed to be on Buffy's all-time favourites list as well.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"AH!!!" Another two slaps struck her sensitive tits. She hoped that
her boobs could take the amount of punishment Buffy was dealing out
without bruising.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OHHH!!!" The crazy thing was that besides the pain she felt from the
mild tit-torture that the Slayer was putting her through, she was also
feeling a quickly increasing sensation of lust in her loins.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" This time the blonde just grabbed her breasts and began
roughly kneading the soft, pliant flesh between her fingers.

Despite the sparks of pleasure she felt through the pain, Cordelia
still wanted to bring Buffy off as soon as possible. Concentrating
most of her efforts on the Slayer's clit, she twirled and vibrated her
tongue around and across it. Judging from the many yelps of pleasure
this brought from the blonde, her new strategy was a big hit.

"Oh! Mmmmm... Oh yeah!!! Work on my clit, bitch!"

Creating a vacuum with her lips around the blonde's clit, the May
Queen started suckling and nibbling on the little bundle of nerves as
if her life (or her tits) depended on it.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OH!!! OH!!! OHHHH!!!! OH!!! OH!!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" With a loud
screech the Slayer came, drenching the brunette's beautiful face with
her juices.

"Ohhhhhhh yesssssss... That was great, Cordy," Buffy sighed happily
while waiting for the cheerleader's nimble tongue to finish the
thorough and very pleasant cleaning job it was doing on her slit.

Feeling finally satisfied, Buffy raised herself up from her kneeling
position above the brunette's face and sat down between the May
Queen's wide-spread legs. She smiled when her eyes fell upon the
cheerleader's centre and detected the overflowing arousal present
there. Stroking and tickling her fingers across Cordy's mons, she
licked up the girl-juice her fingers collected, bringing forth an
appreciative moan from the brunette.

The Slayer snickered softly when she saw Cordelia spreading her legs
further apart and lifting her ass up a bit, clearly inviting the
blonde's fingers back in for another visit.

"You want me to play with your pussy again, Cordy?" she teasingly
inquired.

"Mmmm... Yes, please."

"Well, okay then... but first you need to assume the proper position
for a fucking."

The cheerleader opened her eyes and gazed down the length of her body
at her widely-spread legs and uplifted ass. "Looks to me like I'm
pretty damn well positioned for a fucking," she remarked, raising an
eyebrow at the blonde.

"Guess again, Cordy: The proper position for you to be in during a
fucking is on all fours... like a bitch," Buffy added with a wicked
smile.

Cordelia made a face and glared the grinning blonde. 'Uh-oh... Sounds
like she's in one of THOSE moods again.'

Unimpressed by the cheerleader's glare, Buffy gazed back without
flinching. "So... how about it, Cordy? Do you wish to cum?"

Chewing on her bottom lip, Cordelia thought this over. Was another
orgasm --no matter how good it was-- really worth suffering further
humiliations from the Slayer?

She mentally shrugged, 'Oh well, screw it! It's not like Buffy's gonna
let me go if I say no, anyway,' and nodded in response to the blonde's
question.

"Good," Buffy smiled. "Then let's get you back into your previous
position."

With a little help from Buffy, Cordelia turned onto her belly and drew
her legs up beneath her. Once again, she's kneeling naked on her bed
with her ass in the air and her hands tied to the headboard.

"Mmmm, I really love seeing you in this position, Cordy," Buffy told
the cheerleader while stroking her -now red and welted- ass again.

"Really? I never would have guessed," the brunette sarcastically
responded. "Now would you PLEASE make me cum?"

"Don't worry, little Miss Tact; I'm working on it."

At that very same moment, Cordelia felt a soft hand touching her
pussy. First the fingers cupped her mount and gently caressed every
inch of her slit... Then, after a couple of minutes, they slid down to
her clit where the nimble digits began doing their special brand of
magic on the stiff little knob...

The cheerleader moaned happily as the Slayer expertly fondled her
pussy. 'At least there are some benefits that come with being her
bitch.'

Cordelia's moans steadily increased as Buffy brought her closer and
closer to a much wanted orgasm. The blonde then began switching back
and forth between working on her clit and driving a couple of fingers
into her cunt.

"Yes... Yes... YES! MORE!!" Cordelia grunted while pushing her pussy
back onto the Slayer's thrusting fingers. Instead she got less as
Buffy abruptly pulled back her hand.

"NO!! Don't stop!!" the cheerleader called out anxiously while
wiggling her butt at the blonde. "Keep finger-fucking my pussy,
Buffy!"

Despite her lewd invite, Buffy only tickled her slit a bit -- keeping
her on the edge, but not doing anything that could trigger a climax.

Once again cheated out of her orgasm, the brunette shot an angry glare
across her shoulder. "Why the Hell won't you let me CUM?!" she
practically growled.

"You need it bad, don't you, Cordy?" asked Buffy with an annoyingly
innocent look on her face.

"Yes!"

"You REALLY need to cum."

"YES!! Damnit!! I REALLY need to cum!"

"Okay, I'll let you cum," Buffy smirked. "But first you have to say:
Mistress Buffy, your bitch needs to cum. Please let me cum, Mistress."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

"You fucking bitch!"

Buffy smacked her hand against the brunette's upraised bottom.

"Nope, you're the bitch here, Cordy," she taunted the cheerleader.
"And calling me names isn't going to help you cum."

"Speaking of names," the blonde thoughtfully continued. "Thanks for
bringing up the phrase "Mistress Buffy" I have a feeling you're gonna
be using those two words a lot from now on."

"Screw you!"

SMACKK!!!!

"Maybe later."

"Okay, then screw me!"

SMACK!!

"Only if you ask nicely," the Slayer grinned.

"Please! I really need to cum, Buffy," Cordelia begged.

"Then say the words, sweetie."

"It's too humiliating!" Cordelia cried out. "Please don't make me say
those words."

"Come on, baby," Buffy cooed in the cheerleader's ear. "It's not that
bad, you can say it... It will be our little secret and I'll make you
cum really hard if you do."

"PLEASE!!" Cordelia tried again.

SMACK!!

"Say!"

SMACK!!

"The!"

SMACK!!

"Words!"

SMACK!!

"Cordy!"

SMACK!!!

Buffy followed up the last spank with a teasing little tweak of
Cordy's clit.

"Ohhhhh!!! M-M-Mistress B-Buffy, you-- your... bitch n-needs t-to
cum... P-please make me cum, Mistress!"

"There you go! That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Returning her hand
between Cordelia's legs, Buffy grabbed the cheerleader's stiff clit
with her thumb and forefinger and rolled the tiny nubbin between her
two fingers.

"GOD!!! Yessssssss!"

Licking her lips, she pushed three fingers inside Cordelia's
wonderfully tight pussy... Once she got a smooth finger-fuck rhythm
going inside the brunette's hot box, Buffy slid her other hand up
across Cordy's taut belly and quickly reached her second goal: the
cheerleader big tits.

After fondling each of the mammaries to her heart's content, she
focussed her attentions on the stiff, red nipples that crowned each of
the cheerleader's firm, rounded globes. Buffy pinched and pulled each
of the taut little treasures in turn, listening with delight to the
little whimpers of pain and pleasure this brought from the brunette.

The three fingers fucking her pussy combined with the mild torture of
her titties quickly brought Cordelia back to the point close to climax
she had reached three times before in the last hour.

"Yessssss!! Feels so good..." she muttered, arching her back in
pleasure. "So fucking good..."

Sensing that the brunette is getting close to cum, Buffy quickly added
a fourth finger inside Cordy's cunt and used her other hand to rub the
cheerleader's clit.

"Oh GOD!!!" Cordelia screeched out. "Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-GOD!!!
YESSS!!!! I'M COMINGGGG!!!!"

Shaking wildly on the bed while Buffy's fingers pounded her cunt and
frigged her clit, the cheerleader rode out her lengthy orgasm.

With her head resting on the bed for support, Cordelia took long, deep
breaths while recovering from her orgasm. Buffy's body rested on top
of hers, the Slayer's stiff nipples pressing against her back, while
the blonde leisurely played with her boobs.

"So... did you enjoy our little session, Cordy?" Buffy casually
inquired.

"Part of it, yeah," she just-as-casually replied.

The Slayer giggled. "Well, I did have to teach you a little lesson
first before getting to the really good stuff."

"By the way... did you happen to catch the gist of today's lesson,
Cordy?"

"Um... not really, what was that?" Cordelia carefully asked.

"That you're mine!" the blonde suddenly growled in her ear. "You. Are.
My. Bitch!" Buffy accented each word by pinching her nipples. "These
are mine, and," the Slayer's hand slid down her belly and grabbed her
pussy, "this is also mine! Got that, Cordy?"

'Oh, Fuck... I am so screwed!' the cheerleader said to herself after
hearing Buffy's possessive words. Swallowing nervously, she turned her
head to face the blonde and give her a submissive little nod. Seeing
the lust-filled look in the Slayer's eyes, she mentally added,
'Literally!'

*****

Two fuck-filled hours later, Buffy held her sticky fingers (which had
entered just about every orifice Cordelia possessed) in front of the
cheerleader's face and barked out a short command, "Lick them clean."

Without uttering even a single word of protest, Cordelia opened her
mouth and obediently lapped the blonde's hand clean.

"Yeah, that's my girl! You're such a good, little bitch," Buffy cooed
while stroking the brunette's behind.

Not even that little jibe got a reaction from the cheerleader, the
blonde noted with a certain amount of satisfaction. 'Maybe I've
finally fucked her into submissiveness.'

Smiling to herself, she got up from the bed and carried the worn-out
cheerleader to the shower.

After having taken a wonderfully long shower in Cordelia's large and
luxurious shower stall and then towelled the two of them dry, Buffy
carried the brunette back into her bedroom and laid her out on the
bed.

She quickly got dressed and then spend another fifteen minutes playing
some more with Cordy's nude, defenceless body.

"See? I told ya I'd make you pay," Buffy whispered in the
cheerleader's ear before leaving.

*****

Still lying nude and spread-eagled on her bed, Cordelia let out a deep
sigh. She felt completely dazed after the treatment the Slayer had
given her.

Maybe she should just stop fighting it and give in completely... allow
Buffy to take her cherry, which was probably what the blonde is after,
and become the Slayer's bitch.

After all, there are worse things in life then spreading her legs for
the beautiful blonde on command and letting her have her way with her.

However, these submissive thoughts quickly vanished once the throbbing
pain in her butt required her attention. While rubbing lotion on her
painful behind and sore tits, the brunette began thinking back at all
the depraved and humiliating things Buffy had made her say and do.
This little trip into memory lane caused any feelings of resignation
and submissiveness to be quickly replaced by anger, indignation, and a
surge of pride.

She mentally steeled herself. 'Damnit, NO! I'm Cordelia Chase and I
will not be bested by that blonde, butch-dyke bitch!'

Tapping into that special source of energy she hadn't used since that
last big sale at Sax's, Cordelia leapt out of bed and quickly got
dressed. 

While putting on her make-up, she started thinking of a battle plan.

'First, this situation calls for a bit of damage control... Maybe I
can turn her psycho scare-my-boyfriends-away tactics to my
advantage...' Grabbing her phone, she pressed down on one of the
speed-dials and waited for the phone to be picked up at the other end.

......

"Hey Harm!"

......

"I could be better... did you hear about the latest incident at school
today?"

......

"Yeah, that Summers girl went totally psycho again... Or, as our
school's counsellor likes to put it: Poor Buffy had another one of her
"episodes"."

......

"Hmm... Right! I totally agree... I've said it before, and I'll say it
again: she's the freakin' poster-girl for reform school."

......

"It's all pretty hush-hush, but I've heard that after she assaulted
Michael, she went into the gym, took off all her clothes, and sang ALL
verses of The Star Spangled Banner before going home."

......

"Even worse then Roseanne Barr."

......


"Yeah, I know! Despite her nudity, several football players fled the
gym."

......

"Well, I thought they were testing out the emergency sirens, but you
might be right: it could have been Buffy."

......

"Yeah, and now they're doubling her medication."

......

"Uh-huh."

......

"No kidding? She came on to you as well?"

......

"Right!"

......

"Bye, Harm... Oh, and remember: let's keep Buffy's latest "episode"
our little secret. We don't want to be the cause of anymore
embarrassment for the poor girl, now do we?"

......

"Bye!"

'Knowing Harmony, she will make certain that rumours of Buffy's latest
leap into insanity will be all over the school by Monday,' Cordelia
concluded satisfied as she hung up the phone. 'Any little bit of
credibility Buffy might have had will be pretty much gone by then.'

A smile appeared on the cheerleader's lips. 'Time for phase two!'

She grabbed her car keys from the dresser and stormed out of her room.
Less then a minute later she was driving her car towards Sunnydale
High.

*****

Tiptoeing to the twin doors, the brunette peered through the glass and
was relieved to see only Giles sitting there. Luckily, even a nerd
like Willow and a loser like Xander had better things to do on a
Friday night then hang around in the school library. Of course, just
about everyone has better things to do then that... everyone, except
for Giles that is. Good ol' reliable Giles!

'Thank God for stuffy, bookwormy Watchers with no social life!'

With a determined look on her face, Cordelia threw open the doors and
marched into the library, visibly startling a tea-sipping Giles.

"C-Cordelia?" the watcher stammered surprised.

'Damn! I really wish it didn't have to come to this.'

She took a deep breath and walked up to the watcher.

"We need to have a little talk about Buffy."


To be continued in Chapter 9...

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