Story: Buffy's Bitch (all chapters) — Deviant Hearts Archive

The story takes place shortly after season 2 episode "I Only Have EyesFor 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... I'm just having a little non-profit fun with them.

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

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

"Excellent move, Buffy," Giles complimented the Slayer. "Now try some
kicks."

Buffy followed up with a couple of powerful high kicks aimed at the
punching pads that the watcher held in front of him.

The force of the kicks made Giles stumble backwards and cringe despite
the thick padded protection he was wearing.

"Y-yes, very good, Buffy." The elderly watcher quickly stepped out of
the Slayer's reach. "I think that's enough training for today... you seem
to be in excellent shape."

"See! I told you I was fine," Buffy triumphantly said, doing a bit of
mock shadowboxing while dancing around the watcher.

"And it would appear you are correct," Giles calmly replied while
watching his Slayer bounce around. "However, it is my duty as your watcher
to make certain that you're all right... especially after a dangerous
encounter like your recent battle with the slime-composed demonic entity."

Buffy gave her watcher a fond smile. "And I appreciate you "watching
out" for me, Giles... but like I said: I'm feeling fine. Better then fine
actually, I haven't felt this good in ages."

"Yes..." Giles said, sounding a bit puzzled. "I've noticed the
extra-ordinary amount of stamina you have today, and the training session
doesn't seem to have affected you in the slightest."

"You haven't seen anything yet," Buffy smiled. Winking at the older
man, she leaped forwards and flipped all the way to the other side of the
library. When she reached the end, she back-flipped until she was standing
beside the watcher again.

"Ta-daa!" the blonde called out while thrusting her arms in the air like
an Olympian goldmedal winner. "What d'ya think about that?"

"Impressive," the librarian nodded. "I'm sure the vampires will agree
should you repeat that on your next patrol."

Buffy grinned in response. "I know, I know... Slaying is not a joking
matter, Buffy," the blonde said, doing a reasonable impersonation of the
watcher's voice. "It is a sacred duty. While performing it, it's
considered most unwise to clown around with your opponents; and there are
few things more hazardous than unnecessary acrobatics during a battle."

"I'm glad to hear that at least some of the advice I've given you seems
to stick," Giles retorted wryly. "Now, if you would also follow said
advice then that would solve a lot of our problems."

"Oh, don't be such a stuffy duffy, Giles," Buffy admonished her watcher.
"And I do follow your advice... well, most of the time anyway."

Giles coughed politely in response to the Slayer's statement.

Buffy pulled a face at the obviously sceptical librarian. "Nevermind!"
she huffed indignantly.

They smiled at each other.

"Hey... where's the gang?" Buffy asked, suddenly aware of her friends'
conspicuous absence. "Willow and Oz are usually already here by the time
we start my training and Xander always shows up during... once he gets out
of detention."

"Willow is doing some research for me," the watcher replied. "Yesterday
I received a message from a colleague, he mentioned that he came across a
website which he suspects belongs to a powerful clan of vampires," Giles
explained while removing the padded suit he had worn for additional
protection. "This particular clan is renowned for their use of modern
technology, and if that website is truly theirs then it might contain some
very useful information about the workings of this clan... like their
strategies and their current hierarchy."

The watcher let out a sigh of relief as he stripped away the last piece
of the hot, confining suit. "Anyway, I've asked Willow to investigate the
matter since I don't know a bloody thing about computers... She looked the
site up and discovered that it's very well protected -- which doesn't
really surprise me... She now wants to chop into the website--"

"I think you mean: hack into the website," Buffy helpfully interrupted.

"Whatever," the old-fashioned watcher shrugged. "And apparently she
needs to use her computer at home for that, something about not enough
megahorses--"

"Megahertz."

"Okay, not enough Megahertz on the contraption we have in the library,"
Giles finished.

"So Willow went home?"

"Yes, and Oz went with her."

"What about Xander? Did he go with them as well?"

"No, but I gave him a picture with the insignia of the clan and asked
him to compare it with the crests on some of the larger crypts on Restfield
cemetery, to see if there are any matches."

"Why? What's that gonna accomplish?"

"Not much. But he kept going on and on about Cordelia, and I wanted
some quiet time to myself."

"So you send him out on a wild goose chase?" Buffy giggled. "I'm
impressed, Giles. That's totally wicked of you."

"Thank you, Buffy." The watcher took a light bow. "I learned from the
best," he added dryly, indicating the smiling Slayer.

Buffy's smile grew bigger when it suddenly occurred to her that with her
friends otherwise occupied, she now had the perfect opportunity to pay
Cordelia another visit. She felt herself getting aroused again, just by
thinking about the beautiful brunette.

"You know," the blonde said while inching her way to the door. "Some
quiet time sounds like a good idea; I think I'll try that myself for a
change."

Giles raised a questioning eyebrow at the suddenly fidgeting Slayer.
"Really? I never took you for the quiet-time type."

"Well..." Now it was Buffy's turn to shrug. "You've got to try anything
at least once before knowing if you like it or not... Right?"

"Right." A small smile appeared on the watcher's lips. "See you
tomorrow, Buffy."

"Bye, Giles!"

Pushing through the doors, Buffy left the library quickly behind her.

*****

Rupert Giles stood in front of the window, a thoughtful expression on
his face as he watched Buffy run across the school's courtyard. The young
Slayer moved so fast that she'd left the school grounds and was out of his
sight in a matter of seconds.

Sitting down at the large table, he replayed their after-school training
session in his head. Buffy had been faster, stronger and more energetic
during this latest workout than he'd ever seen her before. Her current
burst of power could just be a natural development of her Slayer
abilities... but that wouldn't explain the blonde's unusual behaviour in
the last couple of days, though.

He started thumping his fingers on the table's surface as he searched
his memory for a possible curse or spell that would explain both his
Slayer's newfound strength and her strange behaviour.

After considering every possibility and scenario he could think of,
Giles slapped the palm of his hand on the wooden surface. 'This is
ridiculous! I'm reading way too much into this situation and getting all
worked-up over nothing. There's probably a very reasonable and logical
explanation for Buffy's increased abilities... as for her strange conduct
lately: mood

swings and erratic behaviour are perfectly natural for a teenager.'

Putting all worries about Buffy out of his mind, the watcher went back
to cataloguing his newly acquired shipment of Demonology books.

*****

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in a large impressive, yet
somewhat neglected looking mansion: a small group of vampires had come
together - and Buffy Summers was very much on their minds right now.

Two master vampires and several other high-ranking members of Clan
Aurelius were gathered in the basement and watched with interest (and a
sense of relief) as the third master vampire present -Druscilla- finally
got to the last stages of the lengthy magic ceremony she was performing.

Standing in front of a large black cauldron, the vampire-witch used both
hands to weave a series of intricate symbols in the air while chanting a
magic spell:

"Spirits who see, hear and know all," "Hear these words and obey my
call..." "Find me the Slayer called Buffy Summers!"

Picking up the hairbrush Angelus had brought her, she pulled a few
strands of hair from the bristles and dropped them into the cauldron.

Immediately the boiling potion inside started to swirl around,
displaying a wide variety of colours.

Waving her hands above the cauldron, Druscilla completed the final part
of the spell:

"Use now this essence from the person I speak," "and search this world
to find the one whom I seek." "Then magick this brew, so we can see," "her
every move and every word," "Wherever she may be!"

Angelus and Spike, together with some of the braver (and more curious)
vamps, stepped closer to the cauldron and peered intently inside, waiting
for the spell to take affect.

"You really think this will work, luv?" Spike questioned. "I thought
that vampire magic only works when the sun is down."

"This is no vampire magic, my darlin' Spike," Druscilla answered while
dancing around the crippled vamp. "It's just an ordinary Wicca spell that
Miss Edith whispered in me ear last night." The vampire got a dreamy look
in her eyes and smiled to herself. "Miss Edith has been such a great help
lately... she'll be getting extra crumpets at our next tea party...
they'll be filled with jelly, and there'll be sweets afterwards, and--"

"That's nice, Dru," Angelus interrupted. "But as long as it helps me
find out what Buffy is up to, I don't care if it's Santa Claus himself who
told you the spell."

The brunette hissed at her Sire. "Bad, bad daddy! You know that even
mentioning that mean old man gives me nightmares..." For a moment the
female vamp pouted, then her eyes narrowed. "As punishment, daddy will get
no tea and crumpets for an entire week."

Angelus rolled his eyes and was about to retort when Spike suddenly
spoke up.

"Keep your eyes on the game, mates... I think our lil' kettle is
starting to stew."

The surface of the brew began to shimmer... Slowly, the silhouette of a
person could be made out.

As the vision improved, the three vampires got a clear view of the
Slayer running down the streets of a posh neighbourhood.

*****

Buffy's quick jog came to a screeching halt when she reached the
entrance to the Chase's property and saw several new signs planted near the
gate - the lightning bolt and warning on them indicating that the fence was
now under heavy electrical current.

The Slayer's mouth fell open when she noticed a separate sign on the
gate itself. It had a lifesized picture of her face on it. There was a
red circle around her head and through it ran a red diagonal bar,
underneath it was the text: "No Buffys allowed here!"

*****

Cordelia Chase leisurely leaned back in her comfy lawn chair. 'Ahhhh,
this is the life! Just what I need in these times of stress,' the
cheerleader happily thought. 'Relaxing in a comfortable chair while
picking up some rays, accompanied with the occasional dip in the swimming
pool... And best of all: no fake blondes around demanding sexual favours!'

'The only thing missing is a nice cold drink.' Cordelia was about to
ring for the maid, when she remembered that Rosita was currently in Mexico,
visiting her relatives, and wouldn't be back for another week.

'Looks like I'll have to get my own drink.'

Sighing, she stood up and walked to the house.

*****

Carrying a small tray that held a glass and an ice-cold bottle of Diet
Coke, Cordelia returned to the terrace and walked back to her chair. Then
she saw something that caused her to halt to a complete stop.

In her previously occupied chair sat the familiar form of Buffy Summers,
wearing a tank top, tight shorts, a pair of sunglasses and not much else...
and on the table next to the Slayer lay the beat up, crumbled, but still
recognizable form of the Sentinel 2000 control box.

The cheerleader let out a small gasp as she stared at what remained of
her high-priced alarm system. "Well, that certainly was money well spend!"
Cordelia sarcastically spat out, while giving the battered box a scornful
glare. 'I really should have gone for the alligator filled moat!' she then
considered.

Cordy looked at Buffy again, and the blonde returned her look with an
obvious smirk. 'On the other hand, if I'd gone for the alligators:
Superbitch would now probably be sitting there wearing a pair of
brand-spanking-new alligator-leather boots with a matching purse beside
her.'

However, any thoughts about her alarm system or the Slayer's attire were
quickly forgotten when she anxiously noted that Buffy was giving her a
little signal to come nearer. The Slayer didn't say anything, but still
had that annoying little smirk on her face as she beckoned her closer with
her index finger.

With feet that suddenly seemed to be made out of lead, Cordelia shuffled
towards the other girl until she was standing right next to the blonde
Slayer.

Buffy looked at the drink Cordelia was still holding and held out her
hand. With a resigned look on her face, the cheerleader put down the tray
and handed her Coke to the grinning girl.

The smiling blonde teasingly licked her lips, put the bottle at her
mouth, and emptied the entire bottle in one long draught.

Putting the bottle on the small table next to her, Buffy let out the
first sound she'd made so far: a satisfied sounding "Ahhhhhh!"

The Slayer then took off her sunglasses, shot the cheerleader a pointed
look and invitingly patted her lap.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. Letting out a weary little sigh, she leaned
over and laid herself across Buffy's lap. 'Here we go again.'

*****

It didn't take long for the cheerleader's punishment to start. With a
determined look, Buffy let her hand crash down on Cordy's barely covered
buttocks.

SMACK!!!

There was a sharp intake of breath from the brunette, but that was
Cordelia's only response. 'Oh well, I'm sure I'll get more of a reaction
very quickly,' the Slayer silently predicted, and followed with a quick
series of spanks.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

"Ow! Ow! Owwww!!" the cheerleader cried out.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

"That was very naughty of you, Cordy," Buffy calmly told the brunette
while letting more spanks rain down on the girl's upturned buttocks.
"Putting in a high-tech alarm system while I was away..."

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Yowwwww!!!"

"It would almost make me feel a bit unwelcome."

"No, really?!" Cordelia sarcastically bit out. "What tipped you off?
That picture of you on the gate, saying: "No Buffys allowed here!" maybe?"
The brunette's snide remark was quickly followed by another cry as Buffy
landed a couple of particular hard spanks on the cheerleader's rosy-red
buttocks.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACKK!!!!

"I have to admit... that was pretty funny," the Slayer replied, a touch
of admiration sounding in her voice.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!!

"Owwww!! Ouch!!!"

"I was sorta wondering how you got that sign made so quickly," Buffy
continued thoughtfully; she let her hand rest on the cheerleader's behind
and gently stroked the warm, silky skin.

"Actually... I had that sign made more than a month ago," Cordelia
replied, a smile on her face despite her painful behind. "together with a
"No Xanders allowed!" and a "No Willows allowed!" sign... they were just
lying around in my closet ever since, waiting for the perfect time to be
used... I was hoping to surprise you and the other scoobies with them when
you showed up for the prom, but this was nice too."

For a long moment Buffy stared down in disbelief at the beautiful, but
oh-so-infuriating girl on her lap. "Thanks for sharing, Cordy!" she told
the brunette. "Only a bitch like you could come up with something like
that! I suddenly feel a whole lot less guilty for tanning your ass."

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Yeah, right!" Cordelia grunted. "Like you feel anything resembling
guilt when you spank my bare behind... I think you're confusing lust with
guilt here, Bunny... and just for the record: I'm not the only bitch
around here!"

SMACK!!! "First of all, it's Buffy NOT Bunny!" SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACKK!!!!

"But you make a pretty good point," Buffy conceded with a smirk. "I do
enjoy spanking that cute ass of yours..." the blonde halted the spanking
and placed her hand between the cheerleader's spread legs. Pulling aside
the string, she rubbed a finger across Cordy's wet entrance and stuck it
inside. "Almost as much as you seem to enjoy lying naked across my lap,
getting your butt blistered."

Cordelia moaned softy as Buffy started fingering her dripping slot.
Then, when the blonde's words sunk in, quickly stifled the moan. "No, I
DON'T!!" she protested hotly.

"You don't?" Buffy asked mockingly surprised. "Hmmm, then explain this
to me, Cordy... why does your pussy always get wet when I spank you?"

Cordelia felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the Slayer's
words.

"Admit it, little Miss May Queen... you love my hands on your body,
even when I'm using said hands to redden your behind." Buffy added a second
finger and started finger-fucking the brunette at a rapid pace.

"No, I don't." Cordelia repeated, slightly breathless from her growing
arousal.

"Come on, Cordy... Say it!" Buffy encouraged the cheerleader, her
fingers moving faster. "Tell me how much you love me touching you...
playing with those big tits and this tight little cunt."

"In your -pant- dreams, mega-slut!"

The Slayer's eyes narrowed at this latest insult. "Suit yourself,
Cordy." Buffy said, her voice cheerful even though she felt mildly
disappointed about the cheerleader's continuing denial. "In that case,
I'll just get to work on your butt again." She pulled her fingers from the
cheerleader's snatch and resumed the spanking.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

*****

Buffy looked down at the brunette's glowing red behind and smiled. To
borrow an expression from her mom: the cheerleader was now one
well-punished young lady...

Lying quietly across her lap, and allowing the Slayer to stroke her
painful bottom and play with her dangling breasts without any objections or
the usual snide remarks, Cordelia seemed chastised and obedient (well, for
the moment at least).

'Better take advantage of this rare situation,' Buffy told herself.
Helping Cordy off of her lap, she stood the cheerleader in front of her and
issued the brunette a bright smile.

"Stand there, put your hands behind your neck and slowly turn around,"
she ordered.

Buffy noticed the cheerleader giving her a dirty look, but Cordelia
nonetheless did as she was told: putting her hands behind her neck she made
a slow twirl.

"Nice!" Buffy complimented, while raking her eyes across Cordelia's
tanned, trim body.

The beautiful brunette was dressed in nothing more then a skimpy,
emerald-green bikini. The bottom consisted of a small piece of cloth in
the front (that was only barely adequate to conceal the cheerleader's
triangle of hair) and a string in the back, which seemed to be specially
designed to show off Cordy's perfect round buttocks. Meanwhile, the
bikini-top, which was filled to the bursting point, was fighting a losing
battle with constraining Cordelia's ample bosom. It seemed like the
brunette's big breasts were going to be falling out of those too small cups
at any moment now... something to which Buffy was most eager to lend a
helping hand.

The Slayer's mouth turned dry as her eyes fully took in this picture of
perfection, and the familiar, intense feeling of desire for the cheerleader
rose up again.

"Very nice!" Buffy finally concluded in an almost worshipful tone.

Cordelia smirked at the blonde's comment but didn't say anything.

With a slightly trembling hand, Buffy reached out for the string that
held the skimpy top together, noting with satisfaction that Cordy
obediently kept her hands in place, even though she was about to expose her
tits. Savouring the heady mix of power and lust she felt, she untied the
top and let it slide down.

Instantly, the cheerleader's breasts sprang free, lightly bouncing as
the top dropped to the ground.

The Slayer took the newly freed mammaries in her hand and happily played
with the brunette's bouncy twins for a while... Looking straight into the
cheerleader's eyes, she gave each of the erect nipples a quick pinch &
pull, listening with delight at the small grunt coming from Cordelia's
lips... Buffy lightly tugged and twisted the brunette's nipples some more
and noticed a deep red flush appearing on Cordy's face.

After having her way with the brunette's boobs, Buffy moved her hands
down to the cheerleader's slim waist. A few seconds later, the green
bikini bottom joins the green top on the ground.

Buffy felt a sense of completeness now that she has Cordelia completely
naked in front of her again. With her eyes fixated on the brunette's neat
triangle of brown curls, she played her hands across the cheerleader's
firm, beautiful body...

The blonde's roving hands slowly but surely made their way down towards
the May Queen's centre... Finally meeting there, they petted and played
with the brunette's soft patch of fur.

Buffy got up from the chair and, after moving the cheerleader a few
steps backwards, kneeled in front of her and moved her face only inches
away from Cordy's slit. Almost tentatively, she stroked and caressed the
cheerleader's pussy.

After a few minutes of playing with Cordy's cunt, she used the fingers
of both hands to part the brunette's labia-lips and peered inside the
well-exposed opening.

Utilizing her eyes, fingers and mouth, the Slayer took her sweet time to
study and explore every inch of the scrumptious pussy before her, enjoying
the tasty nectar that flowed from the cheerleader's tight tunnel...

She interrupted her investigation of Cordelia's private parts to look at
the cheerleader's face and saw the brunette glaring down at her; Cordy's
glare seemed to hold a mixture of annoyance, incredulity and arousal.

Giving the brunette a wink, Buffy moved her hands to the girl's waist
and slowly turned her round 'till she was looking straight at the
cheerleader's beautiful behind.

She placed her hands on Cordy's round buttocks and started stroking the
two well-defined, firm globes.

"You've got such a wonderful round tight ass, Cordy," Buffy commented to
the cheerleader. "It's a shame that I've got to spank it so often."

Cordelia ignored the compliment and the little jibe, standing stoically
while the blonde Slayer fondled her from behind.

"Let me see that beautiful butt a little better... bend over and touch
your toes."

Buffy wasn't entirely sure but she thought she saw Cordelia make an
obscene gesture her way. Maybe she just imagined it, because the brunette
obediently leaned over and presented her ass... On the other hand, Cordy
did seem a bit more pissed off, and also quieter, than usual.

Maybe a refreshing dive in the pool would improve the cheerleader's bad
mood, the Slayer considered. It would certainly cool off Cordy's red
butt... She also could use a nice, cool swim herself since she was feeling
plenty hot right now... first though, she wanted to play a little more
with Cordelia's magnificent body.

"Mmmm... very good," Buffy told the brunette while patting her on the
butt. It was better then good actually, bending over like this the
cheerleader's round butt resembled a delicious looking, juicy red apple...
one that she would love to sink her teeth in.

She gazed deferentially at this spectacular sight before issuing her
next command, "Now I want you to reach back and spread your cheeks, so I
can get a better look."

"God! Could you possible be a bigger perv?!" the cheerleader called
back over her shoulder.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

After this bit of "encouragement" from Buffy, Cordelia bowed her head
down again and - without any further commentary - reached back and pried
apart her buttocks.

Buffy felt an increasing heat in her groin as she stared at both of the
cheerleader's exposed openings. It's already incredibly arousing to see
all of Cordy's charms uncovered and upclose, but to have Sunnydale High's
most popular girl hold herself open like this made the whole experience
almost unworldly...

Hastily unbuttoning her cut-offs, she slipped a hand inside and placed
it on her throbbing centre. After giving her clit a few gentle rubs she
inserted a finger into her dripping pussy and started fingering herself,
meanwhile inspecting the brown-haired beauty's cunt and asshole.

Leaning closer, the Slayer stroked her left hand across the
cheerleader's upturned buttocks while her right hand remained busy between
her legs...

Slowly she moved her hand lower until it was caressing Cordy's slit.
She then stuck out a finger and dipped it inside Cordelia's moist little
cunt.

A gasp came from the cheerleader and a grin appeared on the Slayer's
lips when she noticed just how wet her reluctant lover already is.
'Despite Cordelia's many protestations, she always seems to be soaking wet
when I feel her up.'

In the same pace that she used to finger-fuck herself, Buffy started
sliding her finger in and out the cheerleader's sopping slot.

She waited until they were both pretty worked up, then pulled out the
finger covered with Cordy's juices. Buffy circled the well-lubricated
digit around the brunette's little pink asshole a couple of times, then
pushed it inside.

"HEY!!!" Cordelia cried out, when with one quick thrust the blonde stuck
an entire finger up her ass.

The cheerleader leapt forwards, dislodging Buffy's finger from her butt.
Turning around, she shot a glare at the infuriating blonde. "Keep your
fingers out of my ass, bitch! That's where I draw the line."

Buffy smirked at the annoyed brunette and stood up. "I think we both
need to cool off a bit," she told the cheerleader while pulling her hand
from her cut-offs. "Let's take a quick dip in the pool."

Cordelia looked down at her own nudity, then - with a look of
uncertainty - eyed the few pieces of clothing which the Slayer was still
wearing. "It looks to me like you're wearing a bit much for swimming."

Buffy shot back a smile. "You may undress me," she said with a haughty
voice that sounded remarkably much like Cordelia's.

The cheerleader's eyes narrowed as she glared at the blonde. "What am
I? Your slave?"

Instead of responding, Buffy just smirked and stared at the brunette.

Cordelia got her "bitch" on and stared back with full intensity...
However, she soon got tired of this staring contest and felt herself
becoming flustered. The knowledge that the Slayer could kick, or spank,
her ass anytime she wanted made her a bit uncomfortable and feel like this
whole staring match was pretty much meaningless: If Buffy really wanted her
assistance in undressing then she hadn't have much choice but to do what
the blonde wanted... either that or probably get another spanking, and she
certainly wasn't in the mood for that.

Issuing the smirking girl a look of utter disgust, Cordelia stepped
closer and began removing the blonde's tight tank top. Buffy didn't help a
whole lot, but with a lot of tugging she managed to pull it off over the
Slayer's head, thereby freeing the other girl's firm, apple-sized breasts.

'She obviously changed before coming over here,' Cordelia silently
observed. 'Because I certainly would have remembered if she wore this
outfit to school.'

For a few seconds the cheerleader stared at her adversary's pink-tipped
tits, then quickly kneeled down and tugged at the Slayer's shorts, trying
to complete her task as swiftly and efficiently as possible.

With a hard pull she yanked the cut-offs down to the blonde's knees, and
found herself staring straight at Buffy's bald snatch. Glancing up, she
saw the Slayer smiling down at her.

"I've a feeling this ain't gonna be the last time you'll be down on your
knees staring at my cunt, Cordy."

Cordelia's cheeks and ears turned a bright red. Looking down again, she
pretended to cough in her hand, "Ugh-Bitch-ughhh!"

"Very smooth, Cordy," Buffy chuckled from above her. "Now get to work
again on getting these cut-offs off of me."

The brunette started tugging on the shorts again and managed to quickly
pull them down the blonde's legs. Lifting the other girl's feet one by
one, she removed the cut-offs and laid them on the table.

Having completed her task, Cordelia glanced up again at the smiling
Slayer.

"That's a good girl," Buffy told the cheerleader while giving her a
little pat on the head. "As a reward I'll make you cum after our little
swim."

With a fluid motion, the cheerleader got up on her feet. Straightening
to her full length, she folded her arms across her chest and scowled at the
smaller blonde. "You know, Buffy... It's one thing that you spank my ass
and make me lick your pussy, but I could really do without those little
pats and the condescending remarks - I'm not your fuckin' bitch!"

The Slayer's eyes sparkled angrily and she folded her arms in front of
her, mimicking the cheerleader's pose. "I don't think YOU of all people
should complain about condescending remarks, Cordy... NOT when you're the
Queen of condescending remarks in Sunnydale High --and possibly of the
entire state of California," Buffy heatedly retorted. "As for not being my
bitch... well, wrong again!" With those three words, the Slayer put one
hand on Cordy's backside and placed the other behind her head, and drew the
stunned brunette in for a kiss.

Conquering the cheerleader's lips, Buffy put all the passion, anger,
lust and love she felt for Cordelia in this one kiss. The lip-lock lasted
for several minutes and it didn't take long before Buffy felt the tall
brunette starting to respond and return the kiss. Encouraged by the
cheerleader's response, the Slayer removed the hand that was holding the
other girl's head and lowered it to join with the hand on Cordy's butt.

With both hands conveniently on the brunette's behind, Buffy began
kneading Cordy's firm, round buttocks, immensely enjoying the feel of those
well-muscled globes in her hands combined with the sensation of the
cheerleader's soft lips pressing against her own.

When their lips finally parted they were swollen from the kiss and the
bewildered brunette had to hold on to the Slayer due to her trembling legs.

Once Cordelia had regained some of her strength and could stand on her
own again, Buffy took a step back and watched the confused cheerleader with
a somewhat smug smile on her face.

Still a bit dazed from the Slayer's words and the subsequent kiss,
Cordelia silently gazed at the blonde's exposed body. 'At least Buffy is
as naked as me for a change,' she pondered absently while studying her
nemesis' nude form. 'She may be a bitch queen from hell, but she's also
got one hell of a body,' Cordelia grudgingly admitted to herself. 'I have
to give her credit for that.'

Meanwhile, Buffy was performing her own little study of Cordy's naked
body and thinking the exact same thing. The blonde's smile grew bigger
when she noticed the brunette's distracted look.

Cordelia squealed in surprise when the Slayer suddenly scooped her up
and carried her to the pool.

With the cheerleader in her arms, Buffy leaped into the pool, shouting:
"GERONIMO!!"

The brunette only just managed to call the Slayer something that
questioned the blonde's parents' marital status at the time that Buffy was
born, before both their heads were submerged.

*****

About the same time, a blonde and a brown-haired head popped up from
beneath the water's surface; the blonde was smiling while the dark-haired
girl coughed and spit out a mouthful of water.

Buffy paddled merrily around the coughing brunette while the cheerleader
regained her bearings. "Did you say something to me right before we went
under?" she inquired once Cordelia was breathing normally again.

Cordelia responded to the blonde's question with an innocent look.
"Nope, nothing."

Buffy smirked at the cheerleader. "Hmmm, I must have imagined it then."

The brunette smirked back and began to swim a lap around the pool. The
Slayer followed closely behind her, and soon they were swimming
side-by-side...

When they completed their twentieth lap, Buffy slowed down and nodded at
the diving board that was installed at the far end of the pool. "Do you
use that often?"

Cordelia followed the Slayer's look and managed to shrug while keep on
swimming. "Not really, I usually just swim laps... besides, diving
results in bad hair."

Buffy giggled and started making her way to the end of the pool.

Pulling herself from the water, the Slayer climbed on the diving board
and walked to the end.

Cordelia stared in amazement as the blonde jumped up and down on the
diving board, going higher and higher, then propelled herself up. After
doing a triple somersault in the air, the Slayer dived straight down into
the cool water.

"Show off!" the cheerleader muttered, feeling both jealous and awed at
the same time. Looking around, she waited for Buffy to pop her
bottle-blonde head above the water...

Cordelia started scanning the pool a bit more anxiously when a minute
later the Slayer still hadn't surfaced.

The brunette let out a startled yelp when she suddenly felt a hand
between her legs goosing her from behind. Wide-eyed she turned her head
and wasn't really surprised to find herself looking straight into Buffy's
smiling face.

"Why you little..." Cordelia pounced on the smirking blonde and used the
only weapon available to her: tickling. With impressive skill she tickled
the other girl's sides, belly and armpits, turning the mighty Slayer into a
giggling schoolgirl.

When Buffy finally got a small pause to catch her breath, she quickly
dived under and swam behind Cordelia, then retaliated in much the same
manner; the only difference was that besides tickling her she also took the
opportunity to feel up the cheerleader whenever she could.

At first Cordelia put up some token resistance, tickling the Slayer back
and splashing water in the blonde's face. She also escaped Buffy's arms a
couple of times (with a little help from Buffy herself) and swam around the
pool while the other girl chased her... Gradually she resisted the
blonde's advances less and less... then when Buffy caught her for the
third time, she allowed the Slayer to have her way with her (she was
getting horny herself and figured the blonde had earned it by now).

With her arms spread out she floated in the water while her classmate's
naked body pressed against her back and Buffy's small, yet strong hands
were busy at her front - the blonde's left hand playing with her tits while
the other one diddled her slit...

Cordelia was really getting worked up now and was close to cumming when
the Slayer suddenly decided she wanted to continue somewhere dryer.

"Let's get out of the pool," Buffy whispered while reluctantly moving
her hands away from the brunette's big breasts and tight little slit she'd
so happily been fondling. Without waiting for a reply, she took the
cheerleader's hand and swam towards the pool stairs.

"There are towels in there," Cordelia mentioned as she climbed out off
the pool, pointing at a small closet that was cleverly build into the
terrace.

"Nice," the blonde observed, while retrieving two large white towels
from the cupboard. "and handy as well."

Walking back to the dripping cheerleader, Buffy handed her a towel and
shot the brunette an impish smile. "I do you and you do me," she told her
while rubbing the soft cotton across Cordy's very appealing curves.

"Are we talking about drying each other off here, or getting each other
off?" Cordelia questioned with a smirk.

The Slayer's smile grew bigger and she gave the cheerleader a wink.
"One thing at a time, Cordy."

After they towelled each other dry, Buffy sat down on one of the comfy
lawn chairs and pulled the naked cheerleader down on her lap. She put her
arms around the beautiful brunette and pulled her in for a kiss.

The cheerleader seemed remarkably pliant and accepted the kiss without
any objection. When Buffy returned her hand between Cordelia's legs and
slid a finger inside her, she discovered why: the brunette was soaking wet,
and Buffy didn't think it was because of the pool water. 'Mmmm, it seems
our playtime in the pool did more than just improve Cordy's mood,' the
blonde noted with appreciation. 'It also made her horny as hell.'

With one hand busy between the cheerleader's legs, the Slayer moved her
other hand to the brunette's big breasts and fondled each of them in turn.
'I really love playing with Cordy's humongous titties,' Buffy thought for
at least the twentieth time this week. 'You'd think that just about
anything would get boring when doing it lots of times, but I seriously
doubt that's true in this case,' she considered while she kneaded the firm
flesh and rolled the cheerleader's stiff, swollen nipples between her
fingers.

While lowering her head, Buffy raised the brunette's right breast until
her mouth could reach the rock-hard nipple. She swirled her tongue around
it a couple of times, and then took the red knob into her mouth, lightly
biting down on it. Hearing a moan of pleasure coming from the cheerleader,
she sucked the entire nipple into her mouth and hungrily sucked and nibbled
on the stiff nubbin.

Cordelia groaned in reaction to the combined stimulation of Buffy's
mouth on her breasts and the Slayer's finger in her slit. "Ohhhh,
Mmm-Mmmmm... OH!!! Ohhh yessss!!" Arching her back, she pushed her breast
further into the blonde's devouring mouth.

"Godddd!!" Cordelia cried out as the Slayer abruptly added a second
finger in her pussy, while at the same time rubbing her clit. "Mmmmm...
Ohhhhhh... that feels soooo good," the brunette delightfully purred. With
a blissful smile on her lips, she closed her eyes and let the blonde's
thrusting fingers and skilful mouth bring her closer and closer to a very
muchneeded orgasm. 'I suppose that being Buffy's bitch has its perks...
Not that I'm going to let Dominina over there, get away with treating me
like her bitch, of course,' she quickly told herself. 'But for now,
there's now harm in letting her have her wicked way with me... It's not
like I have much of a choice anyway.'

While her fingers fucked Cordelia's cunt at a steadily increasing pace,
Buffy started stroking her thumb across the cheerleader's clit, making the
brunette shake on her lap.

"Ohhhhh GOD!!!" '...and she's certainly wicked,' the cheerleader
silently added. Unable and unwilling to hold her orgasm back any longer,
she started humping the Slayer's fingers in earnest.

The Slayer let Cordy's nipple slip from her lips when the brunette
started riding her fingers. She replaced her mouth with her hand and
watched with relish as the normally haughty cheerleader bounced
uninhibitedly up and down her lap, the brunette's big tits bouncing in sync
as she enthusiastically fucked herself on Buffy's fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Ungh!! OH! OH! Ohhhhhh!!!!" Cordelia panted
loudly as she started to cum.

Buffy sensed the brunette's impending orgasm and pinched her clit and
nipple just as she came.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cordy climaxed with a loud yell and shot her juices all
over the blonde's hand; if it hadn't been for Buffy's other hand (and quick
reaction) she probably would've fallen off of the Slayer's lap. She moaned
softly as the blonde's fingers continued to slide in and out her slit
(though thankfully, a lot slower and gentler then a minute ago). With a
smile of total gratification on her face, she snuggled into the Slayer's
lap and enjoyed the blonde's tender ministrations.

*****

In a mansion about a mile away, loud cheering, whistling and applauding
could be heard.

"The Slayer really did that bitch good," was the general consensus among
the vampires as they talked about the incredible show they're watching.

"ENOUGH!!" a booming voice suddenly interrupted their chatter.

The gossiping group of vamps became instantly silent and they gazed
nervously at their irate leader.

"This spell is supposed to be about information gathering," Angelus
angrily berated his clan. "This is NOT a fucking peepshow!"

The entire group did a quick step back as Angelus demonic features
replaced his human face. "Now get the fuck out of my sight!!"

The vampires shuffled their feet uneasily, looking at each other and
then back at the master vampire.

"NOW!!!" Angelus roared.

The group instantly recoiled and scampered up the stairs.

Five seconds later, Angelus and his two kin were the only ones left in
the basement.

"Alone at last," Spike chuckled. "You sure know how to clear a room,
Angelus... What happened to your great idea to include the other members
of the clan in your campaign against the Slayer?"

"My plan didn't entail that bunch of louts gawking at my ex-girlfriend,"
the dark-haired vamp sneered.

"And your ex-girlfriend's girlfriend," the bleach-blonde vampire
grinned. "Let's not forget about her."

Druscilla stopped any reply of Angelus by letting out a tired moan.
"Ohhhhh... it's getting harder to keep a hold on the magic, my darlin'
boys... Can I let the vision of these naughty, naughty girls go now?"

"Uhm, can you hold on just a little bit longer, Dru?" Spike asked. "I
think we could use a bit more information."

"I believe you may be right for once, William," Angelus said with a
smile, deep in thought while staring in the cauldron. "We're learning all
sorts of... interesting things about dear, innocent Buffy."

"Yeah, like that bit when she spanked the cheerleader's arse. Who knew
the little bint could be such a dominatrix." Spike smirked at the older
vampire. "I guess we now know who wore the pants in your relationship with
the Slayer, eh peaches?"

Angelus drew his eyes away from the two naked girls in the cauldron's
reflection and glared at his impudent Childe. "Maybe it's time I give you
another lesson about showing your Sire the proper respect, Spikey."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, mate," Spike said with a grin.
"Take a peak at Dru's Technicolor Slayer Special instead, it looks like the
action is about to continue.

*****

Buffy smiled at the comfortably resting young woman on her lap.
Cordelia lay cuddled in her arms with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile
on her face. Looking like this, the cheerleader didn't seem very bitchy.

The brunette opened her eyes and gazed back at the blonde. "So...
anymore depraved activities planned for today, or was this it?" she sniped
at the Slayer.

Buffy smirked. Of course, once Cordelia opens her mouth, any doubts
about her bitchiness instantly disappeared.

"There's still more to come, Cordy," Buffy informed the brunette. "Like
myself for instance," she added with a grin. Cradling the naked girl in
her arms, she slowly stood up and walked towards the nearby sunning bed
(she had her eye on that bed for almost an hour now, and could hardy wait
to try it out with the cheerleader).

With a glint in her eyes that showed the anticipation she was feeling,
Buffy laid the still somewhat dazed brunette down on the stretcher.

"And now what?" Cordelia curiously asked.

Buffy issued the brunette a wicked smile. "Just lie still for now, and
I'll take care of the rest."

The Slayer took a step back to get a good view of the stretched out
cheerleader... After considering Cordy's pose for a moment, she stepped
closer again and leaned down. Putting her hands on the brunette's thighs,
she spread the cheerleader's legs until each of the girl's feet were
dangling down the sides of the sunning bed.

Stepping back a pace, the blonde surveyed her work. The eye-catching
scene before her made her mouth water. What a picture Cordelia made, lying
there totally naked with her legs spread apart - the cheerleader's
glistening cunt clearly visible between her widespread legs.

Still, there was room for improvement. Retrieving another towel from
the hidden cabinet, she walked back to Cordelia, made her lift her ass up
and put the folded towel underneath.

She took a step back again and judged the effect of the towel beneath
the brunette's butt. Absolute perfection! The towel lifted Cordelia
slightly up, making her pelvis jut out and making it appear like the
cheerleader was being presented for sex... which, of course, she was.

Buffy crawled on the stretcher and kneeled between the brunette's
widely-spread legs. Dipping her head down, she buried her face in the
cheerleader's snatch and licked up the leftover juices of Cordy's previous
orgasm.

"OH!!!" Cordelia exclaimed in surprise and pleasure as the blonde
started eating her out. "I... Ohhh! I thought it was-- Mmmm... your
turn to cum now?"

The Slayer lifted her head from the scrumptious pussy she was enjoying;
she stared at the cheerleader through intense green eyes and slowly,
sensually licked her lips - resembling very much a feline predator.

Cordelia swallowed nervously when confronted with the hungry look the
Slayer was sending her.

Seeing this brought a roguish smile to the blonde's lips.

Raising herself up on all fours, Buffy slowly crawled across the
cheerleader's nude body 'till she came face to face with the anxious
brunette. She lowered her face until their noses touched. The May Queen
closed her eyes and let out a tiny whimper, which made a surge of lust
shoot through the Slayer's body.

"I'm getting to that now, Cordy," she whispered in the brunette's ear.
Buffy lowered herself until she was on top of the cheerleader
-missionary-style- and rubbed her clit against Cordy's cunt.

The Slayer closed her eyes as she enjoyed the wonderful friction against
her clitoris, each movement sending sparks of lust to her brain.

The sudden chafing against her crotch caused the cheerleader to open her
eyes and stare with amazement at the unbelievable sight of Buffy Summers
humping her pussy. "Just when you think you've seen it all," she muttered
to herself.

Buffy opened her eyes and glared down at the brunette. "No commentary
please, it's kinda distracting."

The cheerleader seemed just about to say something, but instead closed
her mouth and silently watched as the blonde rubbed up against her.
'*She's* the one riding me like a horny dog, and *I'm* suppose to be the
bitch in this relationship?!' she thought indignantly. Cordelia, however,
was wise enough to keep this observation to herself.

Closing her eyes again, the Slayer let out a contented little sigh as
the constant stimulus against her clit brought her swiftly to a much-needed
orgasm... A smile appeared on the blonde's lips as she imagined that she's
fucking Cordelia right now - giving the stuck-up, funny, tactless,
beautiful brunette a good, hard fucking with a strap-on dildo... 'Which is
exactly what my beautiful, yet snobbish little bitch needs.'

While picturing herself ploughing the cheerleader's virgin cunt with the
biggest fake cock she could get her hands on, Buffy felt her orgasm
approaching. A deep-red flush crept on the Slayer's cheeks, and she
started humping the brunette's bush more urgently.

"Oh! Oh! Oh God!! Ohhhh!! Oh yes!! YES! YES!! OHHHHHHH!!!!"

After shouting out her climax, Buffy gradually moved slower, drawing out
her orgasm as long as she could.

Feeling a lot more fulfilled then she did fifteen minutes ago, the
blonde sat up and stretched her arms, a lazy smile on her face as she gazed
into the cheerleader's eyes. "Mmmmm... that's one."

The Slayer slid a hand between her legs and pushed two of her digits
inside her still dripping slit, moving them around while Cordelia watched
her with wide-open eyes. Giving the cheerleader a little wink, she pulled
the girl-cum covered fingers back out and brought them to her mouth; her
face a picture of enjoyment as she carefully licked and sucked every drop
of her own secretions from her fingers... She smacked her lips after she
finished with her little "snack" and put her fingers back in her pussy...
pulling them out again she this time offered her cum-drenched digits to the
cheerleader's mouth.

After a slight hesitation, Cordelia took the Slayer's fingers into her
mouth and licked them clean. She watched somewhat amazed as the blonde
fingered her slot again and lapped up the juices.

Having cleaned her fingers, Buffy stuck them in her cunt once more, but
this time returned the sticky digits to Cordy's mouth instead of her own.
She really got off on the depravity of the situation: switching between
drinking her own pussy-juice (which she never done before) and feeding her
juices to the cheerleader.

What an incredible turn on to watch lil Miss May Queen lick her fingers
clean!

She repeated the process several times until the two of them had drank
most of her juices and she was getting in the mood for another kink.

Buffy crawled up Cordelia's naked body again and squatted above the
brunette's breasts. She slowly lowered herself... Twisting a little to
the side, she managed to bring her pussy down directly onto Cordy's left
nipple.

A shudder of delight went through the Slayer as the thick nipple slipped
inside her slit. With careful movements, she moved her cunt up and down
the erect nubbin and started riding the cheerleader's left tit.

Feeling both shocked and aroused by the wickedness of this scene,
Cordelia simply watched in wonder as the blonde used one of her breasts to
get herself off. "This just gets better and better, doesn't it?" she
couldn't help but comment.

"Not for you, it will," answered the slightly annoyed Slayer. "Because
one more wisecrack and you'll be across my lap again, getting another
spanking."

"Okay, okay, I'll keep my mouth shut," Cordelia hastily exclaimed, not
in the mood for a second spanking on her still somewhat sore behind.

"That's good," Buffy moaned while fucking herself faster on the
cheerleader's hard nipple. "Because your mouth will be plenty busy, soon
enough."

Cordelia swallowed nervously while pondering the Slayer's words.

The expression on her face was one of total rapture as the Slayer
grinded her little butt on the brunette's breast, moaning with delight each
time the stiff nubbin penetrated her deeper. She slid a hand down her
belly till it reached her clit, rubbing her little love-button as she rode
the cheerleader's tit.

Within five minutes of frigging her clit and riding Cordy's left tit,
Buffy felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. She moved her free hand to
her breasts and pinched her rock-hard nipples. With one hand stroking her
clit and the other playing with her tits, she used her strong legs to push
herself up and down on the brunette's large nipple.

"Mmmmm.... Yesssssss!!" she hissed excitedly and started humping the
cheerleader faster, franticly rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples at
the same time.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" With one final loud yell,
Buffy slumped down on the naked brunette, panting heavily as she recovered
from her orgasm.

"That's two," the Slayer groaned, and wasted little time in parking her
butt on the cheerleader's pretty face.

"Now eat me." She firmly ordered.

Cordelia silently stared at the Slayer's glistening snatch for a moment,
and then got to work. She stuck out her tongue and began lapping up the
blonde's sweet secretions.

Swiping her tongue across every inch of Buffy's bald little cunt, and
even across her thighs, Cordelia did a thorough job of cleaning up every
drop of the girl's delectable juices she could find.

Drinking down the last few drops of pussy-juice, the cheerleader smacked
her lips. Buffy's pussy tasted pretty good, she had to give the blonde
bitca credit for that as well. Sticking out her tongue she flicked it a
few times against the Slayer's stiff clit, making the blonde groan in
response. Then she circled around the taut button and plunged deep inside
Buffy's wet, hot hole.

"Ohhhhh!! Soooo good!" Buffy happily crooned.

Cordelia let the tip of her tongue vibrate and probed every inch of the
Slayer's tight channel, absently noticing that the blonde seemed to like
this (judging by the way she was humping her face).

With the use of her expert tongue, it took the brunette less then five
minutes to transform the Mighty Slayer into a panting, moaning and shaking
girl...

"Oh Fuckkk! YES!!! Eat my cunt!" Buffy cried out in ecstasy and
pressed the cheerleader's face against her crotch.

Having suddenly a little trouble breathing (due to her face being firmly
wedged in Buffy's snatch), Cordelia decided that bringing the blonde off
was now one of her top priorities. She started thrusting her tongue in and
out the Slayer's slit as quickly as she could while rubbing the blonde's
clit with her nose.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Godddd!! I'm coming again!! I'M GOING TO CUM FOR
THE THIRD FUCKING TIME!!!!" Buffy loudly announced.

'Great! Thanks for sharing that with me,' Cordy absently thought, while
shuddering from the incredible sound volume of the blonde's passionate
exclamation. 'For such a small girl, she sure makes one hell of a racket!
It's a good thing there's plenty of distance between us and our neighbours'
property...'

Thinking back to earlier, it suddenly occurred to the cheerleader what
she needed to bring Buffy over the edge. She grabbed the Slayer's firm
buttocks in each hand, pried them apart, and with one quick push: inserted
her right middle finger all the way inside the blonde's tight asshole.

"I'M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!" the Slayer shrieked instantly.

Cordelia was well aware of that; because the moment Buffy came her pussy
started spilling a flow of juices. 'My God! Where does it all come from?'
the cheerleader thought amazed. 'Well, at least now I don't have to get
myself another Coke,' she considered while drinking down the stream of
secretions.

"And that's three," Buffy sighed with a satisfied smile. Climbing down
from the cheerleader (which -in turn- brought a sigh of relief from
Cordelia), she laid beside the brunette and started stroking Cordy's long
beautiful hair while gazing down at her.

Cordelia raised an eyebrow at the Slayer's somewhat strange behaviour,
which brought a grin to the blonde's face.

"You were wonderful, Cordy," Buffy smiled. "Now aren't you happy that I
helped you discover your hidden talent at eatin' pussy?" she teased the
brunette.

Cordelia responded with a grimace. "You mean like I seemed to have
helped you bring out your inner bitch?" she retorted wryly.

The Slayer smirked and playfully tapped the brunette's nose. "Tsk!
Remember, Cordy: You are the bitch here."

The cheerleader narrowed her eyes, which only seemed to increase Buffy's
mirth. "Do I need to give you another reminder who's in charge here,
sweetie?" she inquired innocently.

Cordelia sighed in defeat and shook her head.

"Good," Buffy smiled while stroking her hand across the brunette's naked
form. "Because it would be a shame if I had to smack your little butt so
soon again."

'Yeah, I'm sure you'd feel really sad about that,' Cordelia thought to
herself.

"Sooo, are you ready for the next round?" Buffy asked with a grin.

The cheerleader's eyes widened in alarm.

"Don't worry, Cordy," the Slayer reassured her. "It's just that since
you did me so well, you deserve a little reward."

Cordelia looked on curiously as the blonde grabbed a bottle of suntan
lotion from the nearby table and poured a generous amount of lotion in her
hand.

"Just lie back and relax," Buffy said soothingly and started rubbing the
cream all over the cheerleader's tanned skin - making sure to pay extra
attention to Cordy's big breasts and her slit, which she coated with a
triple layer of the vanilla-scented lotion.

Cordelia moaned from all the stimulation the Slayer was giving her tits
and pussy and spread her legs a bit further apart, inviting Buffy's hand
between them.

The silent invitation didn't go unnoticed by the Slayer. A second
later, her hand was on top of the cheerleader's cunt and without delay she
slipped two fingers inside.

The brunette grunted at the abrupt invasion but spread her legs even
wider to accommodate the Slayer's hand.

Buffy grinned at the cheerleader's obvious enjoyment. Her grin grew
bigger when she noticed Cordelia looking at her from under her eyelashes.

She gave the brunette a little wink. "Play with your tits for me,
Cordy," she ordered her.

Cordelia obediently brought her hands to her chest and began fondling
her breasts while the Slayer diddled her slit.

This erotic sight made Buffy bring her free hand to her own pussy. She
played with Cordy's cunt and her own for a while, before issuing another
command. "Turn around, sweetie."

The cheerleader looked at her a bit puzzled, but after only a moments
hesitation turned around onto her belly.

"Good girl," Buffy teasingly praised the brunette and gave her a playful
smack on the bottom.

Instead of protesting, the cheerleader just moaned in response.

Grabbing the bottle of suntan lotion again, she squirted another dose of
the cream on her hand and started applying it to Cordelia's back, legs and
buttocks.

She rubbed the oily substance in 'till every inch of the brunette's
beautiful body was glistening with the lotion.

Once that task was completed, the Slayer lifted Cordy up and positioned
the naked, tan girl on her hands and knees on top of the stretcher. With a
smile she surveyed the cheerleader's unintentionally lustful pose: totally
naked, on all fours, her trim body glistening from the suntan oil...
'Mmmm! Could there possibly be anything more appealing than this?'

Buffy kneeled down behind the brunette. While staring between the other
girl's legs at her dangling breasts, she started fingering both their
pussies again.

The cheerleader's big breasts had quickly become her two most favourite
toys, and it wasn't long before Buffy couldn't control herself any longer
and just had to feel those two perfect tits in her hands again.

Lying on the brunette's back, she reached around and took both the
dangling globes in her hands, softly squeezing the firm flesh between her
fingers.

Cordelia felt the stiff pebbles of Buffy's nipples press against her
back while the Slayer fondled her tits, and let out a low moan.

"You like that, do ya?" the blonde grinned, then started toying with the
cheerleader's rockhard nipples: rolling the taut buttons between her thumb
and forefinger and giving them a little pinch.

Feeling incredibly horny now, Cordelia moaned with appreciation while
the gentle torture of her tits continued.

While fondling Cordy's boobs, Buffy rubbed her pussy against the
brunette's slick

Chapter 8

Title: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Standing by her open locker, Cordelia unfolded the little note she just
found inside. She already had a pretty good idea from who the note came
and, as she started to read it, her hunch proved to be accurate.

Hi Cordy,

I just read on the announcement board that Mrs. Walker is absent for
today, which means that we both have fourth period free...Sounds like the
perfect opportunity for us to get a little "closer". :) So when 4th period
starts I want you to meet me in the boiler-room.

Don't be late and DON'T wear ANY underwear.

If I have to wait a second longer then five minutes and/or you're
wearing any undergarments, I'll spank that cute little butt of yours again.

Love,

B.

Cordelia felt her heartbeat faster and her nipples harden as she
finished reading the note. 'Yeah, that sounds like Buffy alright.'

Noticing the early signs of arousal she felt just from reading this
note, she couldn't deny that the blonde was having a definite effect on
her. Okay, so it wasn't like she'd totally hated Buffy's sexual advances
when they started... but now she was actually starting to look forward a
little to the nasty things Buffy did to her, and had her do -in return- as
"repayment".

'Like the depraved things she made me do this week after school.'

A tremor of lust went through her body while thinking back to the
"after-school curriculum" Buffy had come up with for this week.

Monday, she'd been too tired to give Buffy the lapdance that she wanted
so much, and the blonde had eventually settled for a quick finger-fuck
before going home. But the very next day, right after school, the Slayer
had shown up at her house again, and this time there was no getting out of
it: she had to deliver... or better said: had to put on a performance. It
was time

for the striptease/lapdance her classmate had requested.

Buffy had it all planned out perfectly; she had searched through
Cordelia's closet until she found the perfect outfit for the May Queen to
wear: an expensive Armani suit: skirt, blouse
and blazer (an outfit Cordelia had nicknamed her "businesswoman of the

nineties" look), and underneath that a garter belt and a pair of nylons
combined with a black lace bra and panties. She'd also picked out the
music, and the place she wanted Cordy to perform the lapdance: her parents'
living room.

Encouraged by Buffy's threat that she would take a belt to the
brunette's behind if the cheerleader didn't put on a sexy enough show,
Cordelia had done her utmost best to arouse and excite the Slayer any way
possible.

So to the music of the CD Buffy brought with her, the May Queen had done
a slow, sensual striptease in combination with a lap dance (which had been
nothing less than whorish).

Once the music started in the living room, Cordelia took a deep breath
and stepped into the room, carrying a small briefcase (a prop that Buffy
had come up with at the last minute - who could've guessed that
bottle-blonde bitca has such an eye for detail).

Buffy was sitting in the middle of the living room on a straight-back
chair and smiled at me as I made my appearance. With a sexy strut, I
walked up to the Slayer and blew her a kiss.

Standing in front of her, I struck a couple of poses before dropping the
briefcase, kicking it away, and started moving to the music...

For several minutes, I did my most sexy dance-moves for the blonde...
Then it gradually became time to take something off... After loosening the
buttons, I shrugged off my blazer and twirled it around in the air before
depositing it on a nearby chair.

After performing a long, gyrating dance for the blonde, I knew I had to
lose another item of clothing... I opted for my blouse: with slow, sensual
moves, I unbuttoned and stripped it off. Revealing my black lace bra that
both encased and showed off my tits.

I smiled as Buffy's eyes immediately focussed on my bulging breasts. I
thrust my chest out as far as I could and shook my upper body, letting the
twins bounce around a little --making the blonde hungrily lick her lips.

To the beat of the music, I danced around the Slayer... closer and
closer, until I stood right in front of her. With one swift movement, I
took off my skirt and threw it on the same chair that already held my
blazer and blouse.

There was a moment of silence as the song ended, and I took that time to
strike a pose for Buffy. Dressed in only shoes, a garter belt, a pair of
nylons and lace underwear, I placed my hands behind my head and stuck out
my chest... Using my "bedroom eyes" I fixed the blonde with a smouldering,
sexy look, followed by a little pout.

The Slayer stared back at me through eyes filled with lust. Her hands,
which were grasping the armrests, tightened --making the expensive hardwood
chair creak in protest.

Her reaction to my little display caused a grin to appear on my lips.
Giving Buffy a little wink, I continued to dance...

After teasing her for a few minutes longer, I danced closer... and then
started sliding my body against hers. As I rubbed up against her, Buffy
got really into her little game and began stuffing dollar bills in my
garter and panties.

I felt my face turning red from this bit of added humiliation that the
blonde had come up with, but I continued stroking my body against hers as
if nothing out of the ordinary was going on... I even started rubbing my
panty-clad butt against her crotch, which caused Buffy to start pushing
5-dollar bills down my panties (making sure to fondle my pussy at the same
time).

Getting ready for my next move, I took a deep breath and then, leaning
back, I threw my legs up in the air --until my feet practically reached my
shoulder-- then twirled around until I was facing Buffy and lowered my legs
again.

The Slayer seemed duly impressed by my manoeuvre and issued me a bright
smile. Looking down at my ample cleavage that smile quickly turned into a
smirk. Pulling out a twenty from her purse, she stuffed it between my
pressed-together tits.

"Now take off your bra, and show me those big jugs of yours," she
grinned.

I felt my blush increasing, but without hesitation I reached back and
unclasped my bra. Slowly, I lowered the cups until both my boobs were
fully revealed to the blonde's lustful gaze.

A second later, Buffy buried her head in my cleavage and rubbed her face
against my tits (something she's particularly fond of doing).

My tits weren't my only body-parts getting attention from the Slayer:
since the normal rule of lap dancing (the lap dancer may touch the client,
but not the other way around) obviously didn't apply here, her hands were
pretty much all over my body.

Finally lifting her head, Buffy shot me a bright smile and pushed
another twenty inside my cleavage.

Buffy's desire for my breasts was pretty obvious, so to turn her on I
made sure to fully explore that advantage... I let the twins bounce
lustfully around and used both hands to play with them under the Slayer's
watchful eyes. Then lifted each red-tipped globe to my mouth and gently
sucked on both rock-hard nipples in turn. Noticing Buffy's hypnotized
look, I let the nipple slip from my mouth and shot her a sexy smile.

Scooting a little closer, I placed a hand under each breast; cupping the
firm flesh in my palms, I offered my tits to the Slayer's salivating mouth.
She instantly opened her mouth and sucked one of the hard, red nipples
inside. Buffy lovingly nursed on it for a while, and then switched to the
other nipple to give it the same treatment. She switched back and forth
between each nipple until both nubbins were hard as pebbles.

Time to continue the show, I decided. Letting myself slide backwards,
my nipple slipped from the Slayer's mouth and I got off from her lap.

I started dancing again...

Facing her, I cupped both my breasts and fondled them while moving to
the music. Then, I slowly slid my hands up... over my tits, to my face...
I played with my hair for a while, before moving my hands higher; clasping
them together, I raised both hands until they were high above my head.

I held this position for about a minute; softly swaying to the music...
then gradually went into a sort of belly-dancer routine...

Buffy absolutely loved it! While feeling me up, she kept shoving money
down my panties or hooking it in my garters.

When the next song started, Buffy pulled a fifty from her purse, showed
it to me, and then folded it double before shoving it down the front of my
panties. "Now show me some snatch," she ordered me with a smile.

I took a deep breath, then hooked both thumbs in the waistline of my
panties and slowly pushed them down my legs --exposing my pussy to the
blonde's eyes.

Buffy wasted little time with feeling up my exposed cunt... She
immediately slid a hand between my legs and gently stroked the little patch
of hair. After that, she played with my clit that was peeking out between
my labia-lips.

Once she had me panting loudly, and shaking on my feet, she skipped her
fingers down and shoved three digits inside my dripping cunt.

Buffy proceeded to finger-fuck my pussy until I was on the brink of an
orgasm... then suddenly halted.

Red-faced and breathing heavily, I shot her a pleading look.

Buffy smiled and gave me a little wink. "Fuck yourself on my fingers,
Cordy," she ordered me.

As I obeyed and started riding her fingers, the tiny blonde moved her
free hand to my breasts and begins fondling and squeezing the firm flesh.

The feeling of her fingers plunging deep inside my cunt combined with
the attention my tits were getting, quickly brought me to a shuddering
climax...

A little later, after recuperating a bit, I finished up my performance:
I started dancing again... and after a minute moved to undo the garter
belt. But before my hand even touched it, Buffy quickly ordered me to keep
the garter, nylons and shoes on; she told me that she liked watching me
dance around with all my charms on display, but still wearing a bit of
lingerie.

Obeying the blonde's orders, I kept the garter belt, nylons and shoes
on, and danced for her a little more...

As the last song on the CD ended, I slowly lay back on the coffee table.
Holding my legs together, I raised them until both feet were pointing
straight up... then, gradually, I spread my legs wide apart into a perfect
split (cheerleader practice really came in handy here!).

Buffy's eyes practically popped out of their sockets as she stared at my
wide-open slit. Less then a second later, the blonde leaped out of her
chair, tore off her clothes, and jumped me.

After ravaging me completely, our "session" finally ended with both of
us naked, on top of mom's expensive, designer coffee table --doing a
sixty-nine.

The following day -Wednesday- little miss horny once again showed up at
her house; this time with the intention of making her put on a fashion
show. Buffy wanted her to model a selection of her most sexy outfits and
lingerie. At first, this seemed to be a lot less humiliating then the
lapdance/striptease of the day before. But, of course, Buffy wouldn't be
Buffy if she didn't come up with a way to increase the level of
humiliation...

Somehow the devious blonde had found out where Mr. Chase keeps his
video camera and, unlike Cordy's father who never used it, decided to put
it to good use by filming his little princess doing a series of lewd poses
in various sexy outfits.

At first Cordelia balked at being filmed in such a compromising way but
Buffy could be very persuasive when she wanted to... So it wasn't long
before she was doing her little fashion show while the blonde filmed her.
Even though she knew that by letting the Slayer tape her like this, she'd
be handing Buffy yet another way to pressure her into doing her bidding.

'And yesterday, Buffy came up with yet another humiliating act for me to
perform: ordering

me to masturbate while she watched...'

Buffy had wanted to film that as well, but she'd made clear in no
uncertain terms that wasn't gonna happen. After almost an hour of trying
to coax her, the Slayer finally relented and settled for just watching
while she draped her legs over the armrests of the lawn chair and started
diddling herself. Though as compensation for not filming her, she had to
follow the blonde's instructions while playing with herself... which
basically meant that at a certain point she had to fuck both her cunt and
asshole with three fingers in each hole while Buffy gleefully watched.

'Oh yeah... Buffy really likes making me put on a show for her.'
Cordelia knew she should be enraged by the humiliating acts the Slayer had
made her perform, but instead she got wet just by contemplating the kind of
lewd sex-acts the depraved blonde would come up with next.

Hell, she even started to take a certain perverse pleasure in letting
Buffy treat her as her bitch and (God help her!) enjoyed getting
bare-bottomed spankings from the dominating blonde.

"Cordy!"

Hearing her name being called out shook Cordelia from her thoughts about
the (admittedly) sexy Slayer. She looked up and saw it was Harmony who had
called out to her, the blonde cheerleader waved and headed in her direction
with the rest of their group following close behind.

Closing her locker, Cordelia quickly stuffed the note in her purse and
met up with her friends.

*****

"So he wanted me to give him a blowjob because, and I quote: This was
already our third date and he bought me dinner."

"To which I replied: First of all, it would have to be at least our
tenth date before a Neanderthal like you can expect any action whatsoever.
Secondly, buying me a hotdog constitutes neither a date nor dinner.
Thirdly, as far as I'm concerned you can go blow this fuckin' hotdog you
freakin' loser! And then I threw the hotdog in his face," Aura recalled
with relish.

The group of cheerleaders snickered and Cordelia gave Aura a pat on the
back. "You go, girl!" she smiled.

The May Queen was suddenly distracted when she saw some familiar faces
coming around the corner.

Her heart rate increased when she discerned one very familiar face...
that of Buffy Summers. The blonde Slayer came walking down the hall
together with her usual group of friends consisting of Xander, Willow and
Oz, and was heading into her direction.

As the Slayer's group got closer, Cordelia noticed that the blonde had a
mischievous gleam in her eyes, which she found to be somewhat unsettling.

Buffy and her gang were just about to pass them by when the blonde
suddenly stepped sideways, straight into Cordelia's path... and gave her a
quick kiss right on the lips while bumping into her.

"Don't forget about our little "appointment" in the boiler room, Cordy,"
Buffy quickly whispered in the shocked cheerleader's ear before continuing
on her way; shrugging off the astonished looks her friends were sending
her, and the various insults the flock of cheerleaders hurled after her.

"Watch out where you're going, freak-a-zoid!" Aura called out to the
blonde.

"Learn to walk, spaz!" Amber shouted.

"Yeah! Preferably to another COUNTRY!" Harmony added her two cents.

"What was that all about, Cordy?" Aura questioned. "It sorta looked
like she bumped into you on purpose and then kissed you!"

"She probably contracted some kind of disease, and is now trying to pass
it on to me," Cordelia explained a bit distracted while trying to gather
her frazzled nerves. "I'm not sure; I haven't finished reading "The inner
workings of a psychopath's mind" yet."

'So this is how my life is going to be from now on: Most popular girl in
school, yet sex-slave to a girl who's considered to be a social-outcast in
the very same school,' the brunette considered wryly while walking with her
friends to their next class. 'Oh, Yeah! This is gonna be LOADS of fun; I
can hardy wait to see how this cute little arrangement with Buffy is going
to work itself out...'

*****

Fourth period just started and Cordelia was hurriedly making her way to
the boiler room. She probably shouldn't have wasted precious time talking
to Harmony while Buffy was waiting for her.

Reaching her destination, she looked around for a moment... then
grabbed the doorknob, and was about to enter when she suddenly remembered
another part of Buffy's instructions. The blonde wanted her to go
commando, as in no underwear.

Cursing to herself, the cheerleader turned around and headed for the
ladies room.

Getting into one of the stalls, Cordelia raised her top and unhooked her
bra. After removing it she put it in her purse. Then, reaching down, she
pulled up her skirt. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties,
she quickly pushed them down and off. The skimpy piece of underwear was
then quickly reunited with her bra inside her purse.

After straightening her clothes, she left the stall and checked herself
in the mirror. Cordelia lightly blushed when she noticed that her large
nipples stood out clearly underneath the sheer, almost transparent fabric
of her top. 'Damn, I really wish I'd worn a different top for today,' the
brunette considered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. 'I can
even make out my areolas through the fabric.' She looked down at her short
skirt that, now she wasn't wearing any panties, suddenly seemed to be a bit
on the short side. 'A different skirt would have been nice too.'

The cheerleader suddenly recalled that she had to hurry to make it to
her "appointment" on time. Being late would definitely earn her another
bare-bottomed spanking from Buffy. With that thought in mind, she quickly
rushed out of the ladies room and headed back to the boiler room.

As she practically ran back, Cordelia noticed that without the support
of a bra her large boobs were obscenely swaying back and forth beneath the
tight fabric of her top.

She wasn't the only one to notice this.

As the brunette passed a couple of football players in the hallway,
their eyes instantly focussed on her bouncing breasts.

'If this was a cartoon then their tongues would be on the floor right
about now,' Cordelia thought amused while observing the young men's lustful
stares at her tits.

"Down, boys!" she told the jocks.

Breathing a little heavier, Cordelia reached the entrance to the boiler
room again. After making sure that no one was around to see her go in, she
opened the door and went inside.

"You took exactly one minute longer than allowed, Cordy," a voice purred
from the dark shadows of the cellar. "And I gave you plenty of time to get
here without being late."

As Cordelia's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, she observed Buffy
stepping from the shadows, walking towards her.

"I needed time to remove my underwear, as you so kindly requested," the
cheerleader protested while giving the small blonde a beseeching look.
"Besides I'm hardly late; a minute isn't that much."

"Oh, I think it's plenty late when you're getting a spank for every
second that you're over time," Buffy corrected her. "Which means 60 spanks
on your little tush, Cordy," the Slayer added with a smile.

Cordelia made a face. "Sixty spanks for being one lousy minute late?!
I'd hate to find out what you would do to me if I hadn't shown up at all."

"I wouldn't." Buffy grinned.

"Now there's a shocker," Cordelia sarcastically noted.

The Slayer laughed.

"How about we find out if you don't deserve some additional punishment,
Cordy?" Buffy questioned with a smile. "It's already pretty obvious that
you're not wearing a bra." The blonde lustfully eyed the brunette's big
tits and prominent nipples, clearly visible from beneath her white shirt.
"Now let's see if you've been a good girl and removed your panties as
well."

"Raise your skirt, Cordy," Buffy ordered. "And show me some snatch."

Despite everything she had already experienced with Buffy, the blonde's
lewd request still made her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Blushing
brightly, Cordelia reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, slowly
raising it until her pussy was fully exposed to the Slayer's eyes.

Buffy's little pink tongue peeked out of her mouth and wetted her lips
as the brunette's bush came into view. "Very nice," she complimented the
cheerleader. "I'm happy to see that you're learning already."

Cordelia stuck her tongue out, bringing a smile to the Slayer's lips.
"I'll be sure to put that tongue to good use in a couple of minutes,
Cordy."

Buffy's smile grew bigger as the brunette instantly sucked her tongue
back in.

"Hmm, I think I would now like to have a good look at those nice, tight
buns of yours... Turn around, Cordy."

Cordelia lowered her skirt and slowly turned around, facing away from
the blonde.

"That's a good girl."

"Now place your feet apart... wider... that's perfect! Keep it like
that, Cordy." Cordelia could clearly hear both pleasure and excitement in
the Slayer's voice. "Now bend over as far as you can while raising the
back of your skirt."

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia obeyed the blonde's instruction...
Bending over, she reached back and raised her skirt until the fabric was
resting on her back. Her blush increased as it occurred to her that the
Slayer had now a great view of not only her bare butt, but also of her
swollen vulva, which was peeking out between her widely-spread legs.

She gasped when she suddenly felt a hand on her butt that slowly slid
down and cupped her sex. A laugh sounded when Buffy discovered her
wetness.

"My, what an eager little beaver we have here," Buffy mockingly said
while sliding a finger inside the cheerleader's cunt. "You're obviously
impatient to get started, Cordy... Well, don't worry: So am I!"

She flicked Cordelia's stiff clit and let out another delighted laugh
when the cheerleader squeaked loudly in surprise. Moving her hand back up,
she stroked the cheerleader's firm, silky buns.

"Mmmm, I can hardly wait to get to work on that beautiful butt of
yours," Buffy told the brunette, and gave the object of her admiration a
little pat. "That's one fine piece of ass you have there."

"God! Could you possibly *be* more crude?!" Cordelia exclaimed.
Feeling mildly disgusted with Buffy for treating her like a piece of meat,
and with herself for getting off on it.

SMACK!!!

"Ouch!"

"Sure I could," Buffy grinned and gave the brunette's buttocks another
spank.

SMACK!!!

"Now lets not have anymore outbursts like that, young lady," she
admonished the cheerleader. "Or I'm doubling your number of spanks."

SMACKK!!!!

"Ow!!"

"Am I making myself clear, Cordy?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the brunette submissively replied.

Buffy felt a flame of lust ignite in her groin when she heard those two
little words. A big smile broke out on her face.

"That's a good girl," she cooed happily while stroking Cordelia's downy
cheeks. To reward Cordy's well-chosen reply, Buffy tenderly fondled and
caressed the cheerleader's charms for several minutes.

When Cordy started shaking on her legs and was clearly approaching an
orgasm, she quickly yanked her hand away from between the brunette's thighs
and helped the cheerleader upright.

"Why did you stop?" a disappointed and disgruntled Cordelia asked.

"You're not allowed to cum yet, Cordy," Buffy smirked. "I'm the Alpha
girl here, so I get to come first."

"You really like to rub my nose in that, don't you?" the cheerleader
asked annoyed.

The Slayer's smile grew bigger and she sensually slid her hand across
her body, ending at her crotch, and started rubbing tiny circles there.
"Your nose, your mouth, your pussy and your tits... there's lots of you I
like to rub in this."

Cordelia felt herself blushing brightly again. "You're so nasty," she
muttered.

"Things are going to get a lot nastier than this, Cordy," Buffy grinned.
"Let's start with you taking everything off except for your shoes and
stockings."

The brunette quickly started disrobing. She managed to find a clean
spot to place her clothes, and soon stood before the blonde practically
naked.

"Mmmm, you look so yummy," Buffy huskily said. "Now show me some sexy
poses, you sexy thing," she added with a teasing smile.

The cheerleader chewed on her bottom lip as she considered the Slayer's
request... then started striking several erotic poses, all aimed on
pleasing the blonde.

Buffy smiled with delight as the brunette posed in front of her. Posing
naked, except for a pair of high-heeled shoes and stockings, Cordelia
looked like she belonged on the cover of Playboy or Penthouse magazine.
The Slayer's stare slowly raked over every inch of Cordelia's totally
exposed nubile body. She noticed the goose bumps on the cheerleader's arms
and legs (an obvious result from the relatively low temperature in the
cellar) and Cordy's red-flushed cheeks --indicating the combination of
embarrassment and arousal the cheerleader was feeling.

Buffy's gaze then focussed on the brunette's big stiff nipples, which
stood out prominently from her large firm breasts. The blonde licked her
lips before lowering her eyes to the soft and inviting-looking small tuft
of hair above the cheerleader's slit. 'Cordelia looks so damn delicious: I
could just eat her up!' The Slayer smiled to herself. 'Well, actually... I
do plan on "eating" her later. But first, she gets to eat ME.'

Reaching under her skirt, she pulled her panties down and off; then sat
down on a straightback wooden chair she'd already selected earlier for this
very purpose.

Buffy pulled up her skirt and planted her feet on the seat of the chair:
flashing her bare beaver to the cheerleader's eyes. She beckoned the
brunette closer with her index finger, and then pointed at her slit.

"Time to put that talented tongue of yours to work, Cordy," Buffy
grinned.

The May Queen stepped closer and slowly sank to her knees in front of
the blonde. She lowered her lips to the Slayer's snatch and began
pleasuring her adversary's pussy, starting out the way Buffy had taught her
to: by French-kissing the blonde's bald slit.

*****

"Okay, I've just checked ALL the school's usual hangout spots," Xander
announced as he strolled back into the library. "No sign of Buffy
anywhere."

"And I looked around outside," Oz said, coming in right behind Xander.
"She isn't there either."

"Did you check the ladies room, Willow?" Giles questioned, as the young
redhead entered the library with her boyfriend.

The hacker nodded. "I went to all the girls bathrooms in the school,
even the ones that aren't anywhere near our last class, but she's isn't in
any of them either."

"Strange," the watcher noted, putting down the book he was reading.
"Usually, whenever an hour of class falls out Buffy tends to spend it
here... She didn't say anything about where she was going?"

"Not really," Willow said. "She just said that she had to go do
something."

Giles nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'm pretty certain she hasn't left
school grounds. Ever since someone painted the words "Honk if you think
I'm a Nazi-Troll" on the back of his brandnew car, principal Snyder has
been watching the exit like a hawk -- hoping to catch students sneaking off
during breaks or free hours."

All eyes turned to Xander at the mention of the infamous "Snyder's car
incident".

"Hey! What are you all looking at me for?" Xander returned their stares
with a wide-eyed look of innocence. "Why do you automatically assume it
was *me* who went Michelangelo on the Nazi-- I mean the principal's car?"

"You did buy a can of paint," Willow reminded him.

Xander shrugged. "I'm planning to repaint my room."

"Then why did you bring the paint to school?" Willow questioned. "I saw
you putting it in your locker."

"When I got home, I suddenly noticed that the colour didn't really match
my furniture, so I decided to return it after school."

His explanation was greeted by a series of sceptical looks.

"You could probably drive Snyder's car through the holes in that story,"
Oz dryly remarked.

"Quite so," Giles stated. "But I didn't call this meeting to
investigate who vandalized Herr Snyder's car."

The watcher thought for a moment before asking his question. "Have any
of you noticed anything... out of the ordinary with Buffy's behaviour in
the last week or so?"

The Scoobies looked at each other.

"I did notice she's been kinda distracted lately," Willow said.

"Yeah, then the next moment she suddenly transforms into little Miss
Cheerful," Xander told the watcher.

Willow nodded. "I can't remember seeing Buffy ever this upbeat, not
even before the whole Angelus thing."

Giles mulled this information over for a while then turned to look at
Oz. "Have you perhaps noticed a difference besides the ones already
mentioned by Willow and Xander --anything that doesn't coincide with
Buffy's normal behaviour?"

Oz shrugged. "Apart from seeing her kiss Cordelia, not really."

There was a long moment of silence... then everyone started questioning
the stoic teen.

"Did you just say that you saw Buffy kissing Cordelia Chase?" an
astounded Giles asked.

"You saw that too?" Xander called out. "I thought it was just my
wishful imagination."

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow squeaked.

"Ehm... yes," Oz answered all their questions at once.

"When on Earth did this happen?" Giles questioned amazed.

"This morning in the hallway," Xander answered before Oz could. "She
bumped into Cordy and kissed her right on the lips."

Oz nodded. "That's about it."

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow called out again.

The three males looked at the bewildered redhead for a moment, and then
continued their conversation.

"So without a clear motivation or any warning whatsoever, she just
walked up to Cordelia -in the middle of a crowded hallway- and kissed her?"

Both teens nodded.

"And how exactly did Miss Chase react to this?"

"She looked like she was watching a pack of pink tutu wearing vampires
burst into the school, and start performing the Nutcracker," Xander
reminisced with a big grin.

"... while she's being kissed by Buffy," Oz added.

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow repeated again.

"Uhm... are you feeling okay, Willow?" Oz asked somewhat concerned.

"I'm fine and very much okay," the hacker babbled; still busy taking in
this unexpected news about her friend. "That's me: feeling perfectly dandy
and totally straight!"

Giles, Xander and Oz looked at each other, and then shrugged.

"Even though some of Buffy's recent conduct seems rather odd, I'm not
convinced it warrants any great concern," Giles said after a long period of
silence. "However, I believe it might be prudent to keep a close eye on
Buffy in the next couple of weeks, just to be on the safe side... Though I
consider it most likely that this is just an period of erratic behaviour
she is going through -like plenty of normal teenagers do- there could be
something supernatural going on."

"Normal teens don't usually step up to Cordelia Chase in the middle of a
crowded hallway and kiss her on the lips," Oz pointed out.

"That's a good point," Giles conceded. "But that may very well have
been Buffy playing a joke on Cordelia... Aside from that one kiss, I can't
imagine anything else going on between those two."

*****

"YES!! Eat me, bitch! Eat that pussy!!" Buffy loudly encouraged
Cordelia while humping the cheerleader's face. "Tongue my cunt and suck up
my juices!"

'What a kick to have Miss Popularity naked on her knees before me,
giving me head!' the blonde blissfully considered while gazing down at the
brown-haired head busy between her legs. Reaching down, she tenderly
stroked and petted the brunette's beautiful auburn locks.

"You're such a good little cunt-licker, Cordy," Buffy happily moaned.
"You eat pussy like a fuckin' pro."

'Yeah, like YOU would know the difference,' Cordelia thought to herself.
'Exactly how many people have licked your pussy?' Yet despite that cynical
thought she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride from her
ability to please the blonde. With renewed vigour she concentrated on her
pussy-licking duties.

The Slayer gasped as Cordy's tongue deeply penetrated her and vibrated
against the slick walls of her cunt while the cheerleader's nose rubbed
against her clit. 'Damn, that girl is soooo incredibly GOOD!'

Buffy moaned loudly as she felt her third orgasm approaching. "Mmmm!
Ohhhhh yessss!! Yes! YES!! Tongue-fuck me good, Cordy! Stick it deep
inside me, you little slut!! I wanna feel that talented tongue of yours
licking my ovaries!"

Cordelia plunged her tongue faster in-and-out in response, making the
blonde shake wildly on the wobbly wooden chair as her climax hit her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" With a loud cry,
Buffy thrust her pelvis up, grinding her crotch into the cheerleader's face
as she came... Once her orgasm subsided, she slumped back down on the
chair.

"That was great, Cordy!" Buffy complimented the brunette once she got
her breathing back to normal.

"Glad you enjoyed it, Buffy," the cheerleader told her. "Now may I get
back on my feet or should I get started on your fourth orgasm?"

"This will do for now," Buffy grinned, and stroked Cordelia's brown
locks again. "You're turning into one well-trained, and -lets not forget-
well-dressed, little sex-slave," she noted satisfied.

The May Queen narrowed her eyes slightly, but -acknowledging the truth
in the Slayer's statement- she otherwise didn't respond.

Smiling brightly, the Slayer pulled the naked brunette onto her lap.
Putting her arms around her, the small blonde wasted little time in
claiming Cordelia's lips with her own.

While exchanging a passionate kiss, Buffy freed one of her arms from the
embrace and started fondling the cheerleader's big breasts.

The blonde smirked when she heard a satisfied little sigh coming from
Cordy's mouth. She broke off the kiss and beamed up at the beautiful
brunette--*her* beautiful brunette!

"Okay, Cordy..." the Slayer spoke thoughtfully. "It's your turn to cum
now, but you also have a spanking coming... which would you prefer first?"

"Ohhh, the agony of choice," Cordelia drawled while pondering the
question.

Buffy smiled. "So... how do you wanna play it? Orgasm first or your
spanking?"

"Couldn't you give me both at the same time?"

"Hmm?"

"You know, like you've done before," Cordelia said, referring to the
night at her house a week ago. "You can diddle my slit with one hand and
use your other hand to spank me."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Cordy," Buffy smiled delightedly.
"Brains as well as Beauty."

The cheerleader smirked.

"Come on down, sweetie -- lie yourself across my lap and raise that
beautiful butt as high as you can."

"Yes, Ma'am," the brunette answered somewhat sarcastically and draped
herself over the Slayer's lap.

"Good girl!" Buffy praised the cheerleader, once the brown-haired beauty
lay sprawled across her lap.

With her bottom raised up high and her legs spread apart the May Queen
was ready to receive her punishment on her upraised butt and some
well-deserved pleasure between her widelyspread thighs.

The Slayer slowly slid her hand across the cheerleader's protruding
buttocks, caressing and stroking both the firm downy globes, before moving
her hand between the May Queen's muscular thighs and tickling her fingers
across the brunette's mons.

Cordelia let out a loud groan as the blonde's fingers found her clit and
played with the aroused bundle of nerves. Her groaning turned into a low
moan when the Slayer's fingers abruptly released her clitoris and plunged
inside her cunt.

"You like that, baby?" Buffy whispered in the brunette's ear while
sliding two fingers in-andout the cheerleader's slick passage.

"Uh-huh!" Cordelia grunted in confirmation.

"Good! Time for your spanking to begin then," the Slayer smiled.
Sliding her left hand underneath the brunette's belly, she replaced the
digits of her right hand that were diddling the cheerleader's slit with
three fingers from her left hand. "Now Cordy, since both my hands will be
occupied with spanking your ass and finger-fucking your pussy, I won't be
able to hold you down on my lap. So I need you to grab the legs of the
chair with both your hands and hang on tightly while I spank you... Can
you do that for me, my lovely little slave?"

"Mmmm... yes ma'am," Cordelia moaned, and quickly reached down to grab
a hold of the wooden legs.

Buffy let out a moan of her own as she raked her eyes across the perfect
picture that the naked cheerleader presented. "Mmmm... you look so cute,
Cordy! Draped naked across my lap, with my fingers up your snatch.
Offering me that beautiful bubble-butt for punishment and your sweet little
pussy to play with... I only wish I could take a photo to preserve this
moment," she giggled.

"Would you please get on with it?" the now red-faced brunette called
back over her shoulder.

"Okay, here it comes, sweetie," Buffy smiled, and let her hand crash
down on Cordy's round buttocks.

*****

SMACK!!!

"Mr. Harris, would you PLEASE refrain from using MY books as an
instrument for squashing flies?!"

"But Giles," Xander whined. "It's been buzzing around my head for 15
minutes now, and this book was the only thing handy."

"I don't care. You DO NOT use a priceless thousand year-old manuscript
to kill an insect!" Giles responded as he yanked the book away from the
careless teen. Hugging the leatherbound tome to his chest, as if
protecting a defenceless infant, he hurried to the book cage and carefully
put it away.

"Well, it did say something about "Best ways to kill bugs" on the
cover," Xander muttered.

Giles managed to catch that while walking back to the table and shot the
boy a withering glare. "That's because it was written by a Vampire Prince,
who - by the way - was referring to killing humans."

"Sounds like a bestseller to me," Oz joked.

"Actually, it did sell very well among vampires and other members of the
Demon community," Giles said as he sat down again.

"I think this is some special kind of Hellmouth fly," Xander observed as
he ducked another close flyby from the annoying insect. "That buzzing
little bastard seems to have targeted me personally, and--"

All eyes turned to Willow as the redhead suddenly jumped up from her
chair.

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!"

"Um, Will? I think we're past that point already," Xander reminded his
friend. "Besides, I..." He abruptly stopped speaking as he saw the fly
that had been bugging him, land less then a foot away on the table.

Moving carefully, he pulled his Chemistry book (which was still encased
in its original cellophane wrapping) from his backpack and raised it high
above his head. 'Finally getting some use out of this book, after all!'
the teen thought satisfied as he smashed the book down hard upon both fly
and table.

*****

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Three."

"Ahhhh!!!"

SMACK!!! "Fifty-Four."

"Ohhhhhh!"

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Five!"

"Owww!!"

"Just five more, Cordy," Buffy told the loudly panting brunette.
"You're doing great."

"Not as "great" as you are doing," the red-faced cheerleader shot back.
"Now go on, I really need to cum!"

Buffy giggled and brought her hand down again.

SMACK!!! "Fifty-Six."

"Mmmmm!!"

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Seven."

"Ohhhh-oh!"

Buffy let her left hand play with the cheerleader's swollen clit while
her right hand crashed down on Cordy's upturned buttocks again.

SMACCKK!!!! "Fifty-Eight!"

"Ohhhhh yesssss," Cordelia hissed, her hands tightened around the chair
legs as she felt her orgasm approaching.

'She's getting close now!' Buffy stuck three fingers inside the
brunette's wet snatch and plunged them swiftly in-and-out.

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Nine!"

"OH!!! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!! OHHHHHH!!!!"

SMACCKK!!!! "Sixty!"

"YESSSSS!!!!" Cordelia hissed. "I'm so close now! SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!"

Shaking on the Slayer's lap, she pushed her ass up as high as she could.
"GIVE ME MORE!! I NEED MORE!!!" she begged the blonde.

Buffy was more than happy to give it to her.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

"YES! YES!! Yesssssssss!!!" the cheerleader crooned lustfully while
riding Buffy's plunging fingers and raising her butt to meet the blonde's
firm hand. "Spank my little ass, Buffy! SPANK IT HARD!!"

"With pleasure, Cordy!"

SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!!!

"I'M COMINGGGGG!!!!!" Cordelia screeched, bucking wildly on the Slayer's
lap as an incredible orgasm rushed through her entire body.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACCK!!!!

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!!" the brunette panted while the
aftershocks of her orgasm (and the Slayer's spanks) made her tremble and
shake.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

Buffy gave the May Queen some final spanks, then ended the spanking and
removed her fingers from the cheerleader's soaking-wet snatch. She raised
the sticky digits to her mouth and slowly licked them clean... savouring
the sweet taste of the cheerleader's pussy-juice while watching the
brunette's glowing red ass with a strong sense of satisfaction.

Not only did she come THREE times but she also got to bring the proud
cheerleader to a mind-shattering orgasm by diddling her slit and spanking
her ass. 'I'm really loving these little play-dates with Cordy!'

The Slayer tenderly stroked the brunette's round buttocks while Cordelia
recovered from her climax, occasionally bringing her hand back between the
cheerleader's thighs to scoop up some of her delectable juices.

Once Cordelia composed herself she quickly climbed off the blonde's lap
and started rubbing her red and sensitive behind.

"Um... can I get dressed now, or do you want me to get you off again?"
she shyly asked while glancing at the blonde.

'Spank my little ass, Buffy. Spank it hard??!' the cheerleader thought
back mortified. 'Damn! What was I thinking?! Buffy's sure as Hell isn't
gonna let me forget I said that!'

Cordelia shot another covert look at the Slayer, and the big
self-satisfied smirk she saw on the blonde's face seemed to validate that
thought.

"You may put your clothes on, Cordy," Buffy grinned. "You've been a
very good girl, so you deserve some time off."

Trying to avoid the Slayer's gleaming green eyes, the cheerleader
quickly collected her clothes.

"We better make sure that no one finds out we were... spending time
together, down here," she said while getting dressed. "So after I leave,
you should wait a few minutes before following me."

The Slayer smirked in response. "I have a better idea: why don't I
leave first? Then you can wait here for as long as you deem necessary to
safeguard your precious reputation."

Getting slowly back to her old self, the cheerleader responded to the
blonde's suggestion with a disgusted glare. "Because this hellhole of a
school is parked right on top of our - oh so handy - Hellmouth."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Buffy inquired mystified.

"Hello?! Isn't it obvious?" Cordelia exclaimed. "I know the Sunnydale
routine by now: the moment you leave, some creepy creature that has made
this cellar into its comfy apartment (young, tasty humans and Hellmouth
only a skull-throw away) will jump from the shadows and make me its next
meal... Well, I'm not falling for that one again!" the brunette concluded.
"You're supposed to be Supergirl here, so you can wait here with whatever
Horror movie rip-off has made this cellar its home, and I'll go to the
cafeteria and eat some lunch - instead of becoming lunch."

Buffy started laughing. "Okay, Cordy -- you get to leave first," she
said amused.

"Great!" the cheerleader replied satisfied while walking to the door.
Opening it, she shot the blonde a last look. "If someone has to deal with
creepy monsters... better you than me."

Since the brunette quickly left the boiler room she didn't see the
Slayer flip her the bird, but she did get to hear the blonde's sarcastic
"Gee, thanks Cordy!" being called after her.

*****

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 many
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 9

Title: Chapter 8

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 backwards 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 upon 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 calmly 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 get it now!"

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 getting 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. "Uh, 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 which movie star currently deserves the title
of 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.

"Brad ain't bad, but 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 is for geeks these days." Cordelia became
suddenly aware of the baleful glares Willow was sending her way and
frowned. "And what exactly is your problem? Did WalMart 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 buying
up headwear from the Bozo the Clown collection. Now, 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 has 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 the cheerleader's many protests, Xander continued unperturbed,
"And thirdly there's 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 on 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
peeked 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 sneaked a quick look 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 than 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
do her tits!'

Occupied by her feelings 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 then 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 into another hallway.

From her new hiding place, she focussed her enhanced hearing to listen
in on Cordy's and Michael's 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 the boy/girlfriend relationship thing."

"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 than 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 than Principal Snyder... 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 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 sore 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 tête-à-tête 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 small 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 than 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... uh, 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
shout at 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 than 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, 'ey 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's exactly what Cordelia 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 own
clothes. In a matter of moments the blonde stood completely nude, having
disposed of her clothing 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 sopping
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!!! 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 than you can."

The cheerleader quickly followed that piece of 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 one of Buffy's favourite pastimes.

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 feeling pain from this mild
tit-torture, she was also experiencing a quickly increasing sensation of
lust in her loins.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" This time the blonde just grabbed her breasts and roughly
kneaded 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 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 stared back. "So... how
about it, Cordy? Do you wish to cum or not?"

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, so I might as well go along with it,' 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's 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...Nah!'

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 the large and luxurious
shower stall and then towelling 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? 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 she's obviously eager to do, and become the
Slayer's bitch. After all, there are worse things in life than 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 down 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 scaremy-boyfriend-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 than Roseanne."

......

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

......

Chapter 10

Title: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

After having told Giles most of what had happened between her and Buffy
in the last two weeks, a red-faced Cordelia stared at an equal red-faced
watcher while awaiting his response.

"A-Are you serious?!" The watcher finally managed to get out after a
very long and uncomfortable silence.

"Hey! Do I look like I'm kidding?!" the annoyed cheerleader responded.
"Like I'd really show my face in here if it wasn't an extreme emergency.
I'm not joking around and I'm not crazy either, and you better believ--"

Giles held out a hand, halting the word-flood he sensed was coming.
"I-I am not questioning your sanity, Cordelia... It's just a tad difficult
for me to believe that Buffy would... behave in such a manner."

"Perhaps you'd like to see some of the bruises that little bitch put on
my behind?" the May Queen inquired stonily while shooting the Watcher an
icy glare.

The librarian turned even more flustered than before as his eyes
inadvertently dropped to the cheerleader's nether regions before quickly
glancing up again.

"N-no, that won't be necessary." Removing his glasses, he pinched the
bridge of his nose, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts before
focussing his eyes again on the brunette. "You said that this...
situation started Thursday a week ago?"

"Yes, that's when she started to act really weird... Well, weirder than
usual, that is," Cordelia began to recap, satisfied that the watcher
finally seemed to take her serious.

*****

After a long shower, Buffy strolled back into her bedroom. Even though
the sun was already down, it was still pretty hot in her room so she didn't
bother putting on a bathrobe.

Instead of getting dressed right away, she threw herself face down on
the bed. Closing her eyes, the blonde pressed her face into the freshly
washed sheets; smiling as her enhanced sense of smell was instantly
bombarded by the delightful scent of the lavender/vanilla fabric softener
that her mother used. After having breathed deeply of the enticing scent,
Buffy turned over on her back and began replaying today's events over in
her mind; as usual her thoughts focussed mainly on a certain buxom,
brunette cheerleader.

The moment that the visual image of Cordelia Chase appeared in her mind,
Buffy's hands -- spread out above her head -- gradually gravitated towards
her naked body. Once the blonde Slayer started touching herself, the image
of Cordelia in her cheerleader outfit transformed into the image of a
buck-naked Cordelia Chase lying on her back with her legs pulled back,
holding her labia-lips open for Buffy's visual inspection.

Groaning softly, Buffy spread her legs wide and placed her right hand
between her thighs, softly stroking her swollen slit and clit. Her left
hand quickly moved to her left breast, pulling and pinching her swollen
nipple and squeezing the firm flesh.

As the blonde's arousal increased and her little masturbation session
intensified, the images in her mind turned progressively more pornographic.
She pictured Cordelia kneeling naked before her, a devoted expression on
the May Queen's face while she used her deadly, muchfeared tongue to
tenderly tend to her pussy... Then she's suddenly in the girls' locker
room, spanking the brunette's bare behind while the other girls of the
cheerleading squad stand around them. The pretty young women were watching
the spanking of their leader with shocked and aroused expressions on their
faces. Apprehension soon followed once the cheerleaders realized that soon
it would be *their* turn for a bare-bottomed spanking across Buffy's
knee...

Pumping three fingers in her sopping slit while roughly kneading her
tits, Buffy's fantasy became even kinkier: She's in the gym and judging
from the huge crowd on the bleachers and the cheerleaders cheering on the
sideline, it looked like their basketball team at long last made it to the
finales of the state championship. But instead of a game taking place on
the floor, there's only Cordelia and herself, sitting totally naked on a
mat in the middle of the gym.

Gazing around at the numerous onlookers, Buffy knew that she should be
mortified about being naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but instead
she felt more aroused then she'd ever felt before. Looking down, her eyes
trailed across her naked body -- taking in her rockhard nipples with an
amused smile and giving them a little tweak. The audience seemed to
approve of that, judging from their cheers. She then noticed a long, thick
fake cock protruding from her crotch: a strap-on dildo. It was damn near a
foot long. After giving the fake phallus a little feel, Buffy smirked and
turned her eyes towards her naked lover.

Apparently, the shame and self-consciousness that Buffy lacked was still
abundantly present in Cordelia. The brunette blushed brightly as she
covered her large breasts with an arm while using her free hand to protect
her pussy from the crowd's leering looks. When her eyes met Buffy's, the
embarrassed cheerleader hung her head in shame... But only for a second or
so, because when Cordelia detected the big fake cock towering out between
the blonde's muscular thighs, her eyes grew wide and her head snapped up to
look at Buffy's face again. It didn't take her long to decipher the look
of lust in the Slayer's penetrating green eyes. Blushing even harder than
before, the cheerleader attempted to create some distance between herself
and the horny blonde by quickly backing away. Her attempt to escape was
short-lived when a second later Buffy's hand grabbed her ankle and pulled
her back.

"Nuh-uh, Cordy," Buffy admonished the naked cheerleader, "time to stop
being a tease and become a woman."

"Not here!" Cordelia groaned mortified while trying to cover up her
exposed body.

"Yes, here!" Buffy grinned. "Now stop trying to hide your beautiful
body from our fans, and spread those legs."

The cheerleader bit her bottom lip while her eyes darted back and forth,
searching for a way out of this mess.

The Slayer's eyes narrowed and she slapped the brunette's butt in
warning.

SMACK!!! "Owww!!"

That little bit of discipline Buffy dealt out to the disobedient
cheerleader was greeted by a round of applause.

"Listen up, Cordy. I want you to spread your legs and pull your knees
back all the way to your shoulders. And unless you want another spanking
in front of all these people, you better obey me right now."

The crowd loudly cheered at Buffy's words -- especially the bit about
the spanking.

Sensing that the blonde wasn't kidding around and knowing that she
wouldn't get any help or sympathy from their audience, Cordelia closed her
eyes, drew in her breath, and slowly pulled back her legs while spreading
them wide. As her well-groomed and glistening cunt became exposed to Buffy
and a couple of hundred strangers, another loud cheer sounded through the
gym, accompanied by several loud wolf whistles.

Buffy smirked when she saw how wet and aroused the cheerleader's cunt
already was. Despite her apparent reluctance, Cordy seems to be as horny
and ready for this as she is.

With a possessive gleam in her eyes, Buffy reached out and stroked two
fingers back and forth across the brunette's nether lips before shoving
them up to the hilt inside the May Queen's wet, hot box. "Mine!"

Cordy gasped at the sudden intrusion and the audience once again
applauded.

After finger-fucking the furiously blushing brunette for several long
minutes, Buffy decided that the cheerleader was as ready for her "cock" as
she's ever gonna be. Licking her lips in anticipation, she placed herself
between her lover's legs and positioned the head of the dildo at the
entrance of Cordelia's cunt; sliding it up and down the moist cleft, she
lubricated the silicone rod with Cordy's juices.

Leaning forward, Buffy grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's hips. She
could hear the crowd of spectators draw in their collective breaths. Then
she gradually pushed her hips forward... Looking down, the Slayer watched
spellbound as Cordelia's pussy-lips parted for the thick silicone stick,
making it appear as if they flowered open to make way for the large dildo
that slowly went into her -former- nemesis' virgin cunt.

Cordelia gasped and groaned as more and more of the big, fake cock
entered her tight passage.

Holding tightly onto Cordy's hips, Buffy drove the strap-on inside her
lover until the fake phallus encountered a barrier. Judging from the grunt
of pain that escaped the cheerleader's lips, Buffy figured she'd reached
the brunette's maidenhead. After giving Cordy a comforting pat on the
butt, she pulled back until only the tip of the dildo was inserted into her
lover's slit, and then slowly pushed forwards again. Drawing back each
time the phallus head bumped into Cordelia's hymen and then pushing in
again just before the fake cock completely left the cheerleader's cunt,
Buffy soon got into a steady fuck-rhythm that got them both really worked
up and their pussies sopping wet.

A minute ago it had been possible to hear a pin drop in the large hall;
now a low drone of murmurs resonated through the gym. Despite being busy
with more important matters, Buffy's super hearing picked up some bits of
conversation:
"I really thought she was gonna take the cheerleader's cherry with one

single thrust... Hmmm, guess I owe you fifty."

"Double or nothing says the blonde's gonna fuck the brunette up the ass
after she takes her cherry."

"You're on, buddy!"

"Wow! This is a hundred times better then some lame-assed basketball
game!"

"Um, aren't you, like, the captain of the basketball team?"

"Yeah... So what's your point?"

"This is freakin' hot! I hope you're getting all this on tape, dude!"

"Dude! Weren't YOU supposed to bring the camera?!"

"Damnit!"

"Eh heh heh, this is cool!"

"Huh huh heh huh, yeah cool! Who ever said that crossovers suck ass?"

"Uh, you did, Butthead."

"Shut up, Beavis!"

Shutting out everything else, Buffy concentrated solely on giving
Cordelia the fucking of a lifetime. Still sliding the strap-on in and out
the May Queen's receptive slot, she let go off Cordy's waist and used one
hand to diddle the cheerleader's clit while using the other one to play
with the brunette's big boobs.

Cordelia seemed to REALLY get into that. The soft grunts and groans
that escaped the cheerleader's lips changed into a steady panting and she
started moving her hips to meet the dildo each time it slid into her. Then
slowly, almost tentatively, Cordelia opened her eyes and looked up at
Buffy.

The Slayer's green eyes stared deeply into the brunette's hazel ones;
her gaze signalling a silent question to the cheerleader. A question which
Cordelia had no trouble deciphering the meaning of.

Nervously biting her bottom lip, Cordelia gazed down between her tits at
the large dildo sticking out crudely from the Slayer's crotch, fucking her
tight pussy. The in-and-out motion of the thick strap-on while it plugged
her virgin cunt was almost hypnotic, and one of the most arousing sights
she'd ever seen.

She then knew what she wanted right now... more of Buffy's big cock!
As much as the blonde was able to give her.

"YES!!" With lust-filled eyes she looked up to meet the Slayer's gaze
again. "Do it! Take me, Buffy," the cheerleader urged while folding her
legs around the blonde's waist and pulling her closer. "Take my cherry and
make me yours!" Her words were greeted with a thunderous applause and loud
cheers from the audience, but she didn't care about that at the moment.

Buffy's eyes lit up. To say that she's happy to comply would be a huge
understatement. Returning her hands to Cordy's hips, she leaned down to
plant a long kiss on the cheerleader's luscious lips. "Ready, baby?" she
whispered.

Cordelia braced herself and let out a little whimper before nodding.

The moment the brunette nodded her assent, Buffy retracted her hips
until the dildo almost left the cheerleader's snatch... Gazing down at her
naked lover, and taking in Cordelia's wet and ready pussy, huge heaving
breasts, and those big beautiful brown eyes which were filled with lust,
she couldn't wait a second longer to claim this beauty as her own. With
one quick thrust, the Slayer drove her cock deep into Cordy's cunt; not
stopping until the silicone dick was buried up to the hilt inside the
cheerleader's tight slot.

Cordelia gasped and grunted as the Slayer's strap-on made short work of
her virginity and blushed when she heard the crowd cheer. She'd almost
forgotten about them, but they obviously didn't forget about her. She felt
her embarrassment return tenfold when the cheers were followed by a
standing ovation. But her feelings of shame quickly faded away when Buffy
began working that big cock in and out of her cunt, and when the blonde
returned her nimble fingers to her tits and her clit she managed to tune
their crude cheering out.

Smiling down at the gorgeous, loudly panting and moaning, May Queen,
Buffy pinched one of the cheerleader's erect nipples and gave her clit a
little tweak. Her smile grew bigger when she saw what kinda effect this
had on Cordelia: the brunette cooed with delight and pressed her heels into
Buffy's back while urging the blonde to fuck her harder.

Giving the beautiful cheerleader a good, hard fucking was something for
which Buffy needed no additional encouragement. Lifting her hips up high,
she plunged the phallus deep into her lover's wet and wide-open cunt, and
soon developed a fast, steady fuck-rhythm which had Cordelia panting with
pleasure. With gleaming eyes, the Slayer watched the brunette's big tits
bounce and jiggle back and forth each time she pounded the silicone prick
into Cordelia's wet pussy.

As their fucking grew more intense the crowd started chanting, "In!
Out! In! Out! In! Out!" as if conducting their coupling. Meanwhile,
each thrust of the dildo was also accompanied by Cordelia's loud grunts.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Suddenly, without any warning, Buffy moved backwards, letting the
strap-on slide out of the cheerleader's cunt with a loud pop.

Opening her eyes in surprise, the dazed brunette gazed up at the Slayer.
"Don't stop!" she protested while giving the blonde a pleading look.

"I don't intend to," Buffy smirked and smacked the May Queen's behind.
"On your hands and knees," she ordered.

For the first time in her life, Cordelia obeyed without question and
positioned herself on her hands and knees. Moving her thighs apart, the
brunette arched her back -- presenting the blonde behind her with a great
view of her wet and swollen sex.

"Good girl," Buffy muttered, and gave the cheerleader a couple more
spanks on her bare ass. Cordelia shuddered with delight and arched her
back even more. Grabbing a hold of the dildo, Buffy positioned the tip
against the cheerleader's dripping slot and pushed the entire length into
her lover's opening with one quick thrust.

"GOD!!! Yessssss!" Cordelia crooned with delight as Buffy's big cock
seemed to fill her entire being. Impossible though it seemed, her pleasure
grew even more intense when the domineering blonde reached beneath her to
grab both her boobs and started kneading the firm tit flesh and pinching
her rock-hard nipples while fucking her hard from behind. "Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!" she cried out each time the Slayer's strap-on
pounded her tight pussy.

The scent of Cordelia's arousal and her cries of pleasure awakened the
predator in Buffy. Letting go of the cheerleader's tits, the Slayer
stroked her left hand down her lover's belly and started diddling Cordy's
clit while using her right hand to spank the brunette's firm round butt.

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

SMACK!!! "Mmmm!!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! "Ahhhh!!"

"You enjoy getting it from behind, on all fours like a bitch, don't ya,
Cordy?" Buffy spoke excitedly into the cheerleader's left ear.

SMACK!! SMACKK!!! "Ohhh! Yessss!!!"

The Slayer smirked. Her little bitch sounded close to cumming. "Good!
'Cause that's what you are: MY bitch! And from now on..." Buffy waved at
the crowd cheering her on, "everyone knows it!"

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

"Now I wanna hear you say it!"

SMACK!!! "Ahhh!"

SMACK!!! "I'm your bitch!"

SMACK!!! "Good!" SMACK!!! "Now use my name!" SMACK!!!

"Ohhhhh!! I-I'm B-Buffy's bitch?"

SMACK!!! "Not bad, Cordy." SMACK!!! "Now say it harder!"

"I'm Buffy's Bitch!"

SMACKK!!!! "HARDER!!"

"I'M BUFFY'S BITCH!!!!" Cordelia Chase cried out as she came in front of
an audience of thousands.

Another standing ovation shook the gym hall.

Still shaking from her orgasm, Cordelia lowered her arms down on the mat
and rested her head on them. With her ass sticking up in the air like
this, Buffy continued to pound the cheerleader's pussy with the same
breakneck speed as before.

Buffy's lips formed a smug smile as she gazed down at Cordelia's moaning
and shuddering form. Taking Cordy's virginity, claiming her, and making
her cum felt freakin' amazing, but doing it front of a crowd of people made
it even better. Fucking the beautiful brunette, taking her cherry and
declaring the cheerleader her bitch in front of a large audience seemed to
make it official somehow, sorta like a marriage. Just thinking about it
made a surge of lust shoot through her body. This, combined with the
sensations coming from the base of the dildo rubbing against her clit,
brought her rapidly closer to her own orgasm.

Leaning down, she rubbed her hard nipples against Cordy's back while
grabbing a hold of the brunette's big tits again, and really started giving
it to her. Every time she drove the dildo into the cheerleader's snatch,
the end of it pressed into her clit, igniting a jolt of pleasure in her
crotch.

"Oh Fuckkk! Yesssss..." Buffy blissfully moaned. Wow! What an
incredible feeling... Which not only referred to the stimulation of her
clit, but also to the power trip she experienced from fucking the bitchy,
beautiful, stuck-up brunette with a big strap-on dildo -- all things
considered, it's pretty similar to the feeling of power she got from
slaying vamps. Smiling to herself, Buffy pinched and pulled Cordy's large
nipples, bringing forth little grunts of pleasure and pain from the
cheerleader. That managed to turn her on even more. As she approached her
climax, Buffy suddenly spotted some familiar faces in the crowd, cheering
her on.

Willow waved and smiled at her. "Give it to her HARD, Buffy!" she
yelled. "The bitch has it coming to her; she's made me miserable
throughout most of my school years. If anyone needs to get the stuffing
fucked out of them, it's her!"

"Yeah! You go, Buff!" Xander cheered while doing his infamous Snoopy
dance. "I never got past second base with her, and if anyone gets to pop
the Ice Queen's cherry, I'm glad it's you!"

"Buffy?"

The blonde's eyes grew wide when she recognized her mother's voice, and
a second later she spotted her mother standing on the sideline. "Mom!" she
squealed with a definite note of panic in her voice. "What are YOU doing
here?"

A very stern looking Joyce Summers frowned at her very naked daughter.
"Same as everyone else in this town seems to be doing: watching my little
girl performing a live lesbian sex-act with a classmate in front of several
thousand strangers."

Buffy felt herself blush a bright-red, but despite the embarrassment of
having her mother watch her, she couldn't get herself to stop fucking
Cordelia. "Um... I can explain, mom."

Joyce raised a questioning eyebrow at her daughter.

Looking straight ahead while gnawing on her bottom lip, Buffy tried to
picture the kinda lewd spectacle they must be presenting to her mom and the
rest of their audience. In her mind's eye she saw herself, naked as the
day she was born, fucking an equally naked Cordelia doggiestyle in the
middle of the school's gym, cheered on by a crowd of strangers.

"Okayyy, I've got nothing," she finally admitted in a defeated tone.
Cringing in advance, Buffy glanced sideways and shot her mother a covert
look to see how, exactly, she's taking this. But to her great surprise,
her mom looked more amused then angry.

"Uh... you're not upset with me, mom?" Buffy asked with a meek, little
voice.

"Welllll," Joyce said with an exaggerated drawl. "You will have one
helluva spanking coming to you when you get home, young lady." Seeing her
daughter's dumbfounded, wideeyed look, Joyce burst into laughter. "Oh
relax, honey. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm proud that my little
girl has grown into such a beautiful, confident, strong young woman."

Those words and the dazzling smile her mom send her, brought a glow of
delight to the blonde's face. Smiling back at her mom, Buffy pounded the
dildo into Cordelia's receptive snatch even more vigorously than before.
"So you're not even a little mad about me fucking Cordelia and making her
my bitch?" she questioned between pants, while fondling the brunette's
wildly swinging breasts.

"Not at all, sweetheart." Joyce winked at her daughter. "Maybe being
your slut and getting spanked on a regular basis will teach that big-titted
bitch some manners."

"Ouch!" Buffy giggled. "You tell it, mom!" Her mother's
uncharacteristically lewd remark somehow managed to make her feel even more
aroused (something she didn't think was humanly possible). The sparks of
pleasure she felt each time the dildo rubbed against her clit grew closer
apart, and as she fucked the former May Queen faster and faster the
numerous pleasure jolts gradually became one long orgasm.

"That's my girl! Stick it to the bitch!" Buffy heard her mom call out,
triggering one of the biggest orgasms she ever had. "Buffy? Are you
coming?" Joyce then asked, accompanied by a hard pounding sound.

"Buffy? Dinner is ready. Are you coming?"

"FUCK!! YEAH!!!! I'M COMING, MOM!!!!!" Buffy cried out as she came.

"Whoa! Tone it down a notch, honey." Buffy heard her mom say through
the closed bedroom door, sounding a bit put off. "A simple "yes, mom"
would have sufficed," Joyce added as she walked away.

Sitting up in her bed, Buffy wiped the sweat from her brow. Looking a
bit mortified when she recalled what she'd been dreaming, and feeling very
grateful that her mom hadn't opened the door to peek inside her room.
'Wow! Mucho Bizarro! This one definitely belongs in the Top Ten of both
the Creepiest AND Most Erotic dream category.' The Slayer giggled to
herself. 'I think this is the kinda dream that would've made Sigmund
Freud's head explode.'

After running to the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit, Buffy quickly
got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. Perhaps if her mind hadn't
been occupied with erotic thoughts about Cordelia Chase, she would have
noticed the tall, dark figure hiding in the tree near her bedroom window.

Wiping his hands clean on some leaves; Angelus stuffed his cock back
inside his pants and zipped up. While he enjoyed the unintentional show
his former lover had just given him, the vampire was less than pleased by
the numerous times she'd called out the cheerleader's name while friggin'
herself.

'Right! That pretty much settles it: she's definitely under the spell
of a Xargos demon, and totally fixated on Cordelia Chase. Which means that
as long as the cheerleader is around, I'll just be another vampire to Buffy
-- one she'll happily stake... Too bad, I'd hoped it wouldn't be anything
more than a crush, or maybe even a simple love spell; I could've worked
with that.'

'Oh, well!' Angelus shrugged. 'Cordy's a bitch, and now she dies.'

"Time to get rid of the competition," the master vampire muttered to
himself as he jumped to the ground and disappeared into the night.

*****

"It was awful! I could see my life flashing before my eyes... and let
me tell ya: I can't believe some of the outfits I used to wear... What was
I thinking?!"

Giles cleared his throat again. This was the sixth time that Cordelia
got sidetracked while telling about her ordeal with Buffy in the alleyway
behind the Bronze. Luckily, most of the time, a polite cough was
sufficient to get the cheerleader to refocus her attentions on her story.

"Anyhow, after the bottle-blonde bitch beat my behind red and I
apologized to her, she finally let me go and I got the hell outta there."

"What happened the next day?" Giles questioned.

"That's when she practically jumped me in the girls' locker room, and...
well, you know the rest."

The watcher nodded thoughtfully. Frowning slightly, he folded his hands
together and searched his brain for any kind of spell or mystical creature
that could be responsible for Buffy's current condition, as well as any
sort of magical solution that could turn the Slayer back to normal. 'The
difficulty is finding out HOW she got this way, once I know that I can
start looking for a cure.' He poured himself another cup of tea and took a
sip, hardly noticing that the beverage had turned cold during Cordelia's
lengthy story. 'Maybe it's another love spell gone wrong... Or perhaps--'
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Cordelia's voice, who'd quickly
become bored with watching the librarian think.

"I know it's hard, Giles, but we have to face reality here: Buffy has
finally lost it." The cheerleader put a comforting arm around the watcher's
shoulder. "Now, we both knew this day was gonna come sooner or later -- I,
personally, was betting on sooner... I mean, all the signs were there:
violent and erratic behaviour, repeated lapses in her judgement and fashion
sense... It all indicated the same thing: this girl is ready to crack at
any moment!"

Giles stared blankly at the cheerleader. 'I think I feel a headache
coming on.'

The brunette didn't notice the watcher's blank stare, or simply ignored
it as she went on, "So we all knew that eventually Buffy would become a
permanent resident of Sunnydale Mental Hospital... It's hard to accept, I
know. Believe me, Giles. Deep inside," Cordelia tapped herself on the
chest, "I'm hurting as bad as you are... But look at the bright side!"
Cordelia gave the librarian an encouraging smile. "Macy's stated that
outfits with belt buckles are going to be in this year, so when Buffy is
wearing that straightjacket she'll finally be up-todate fashion-wise...
And at the very least you'll finally have some good ideas on what to get
her for her birthday: a lifelong membership to the Hannibal Lector Fanclub;
a coupon for one funfilled hour of electroshock therapy; a family-sized
bottle of valiums; or, if you're in a bind, maybe a few dozen rolls of
rubber wallpaper."

The watcher removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose
again. 'Make that a fullgrown migraine...'

He halted any further colourful commentaries from the cheerleader by
raising a hand. "I need you to think closely, Cordelia... When this all
started, was there anything out of the ordinary you noticed about Buffy?
Anything besides her strange behaviour?"

"Let's see... I noticed that her choice of outfit was extremely poor
taste. Even for Buffy's standards it was--"

"Yes, yes!" Giles quickly interrupted, fearing another lengthy lecture
about the Do's and Don'ts of fashion. "Anything *besides* her fashion
sense you could tell me about?"

"Well... I also noticed that she was covered with some icky green
slime," the cheerleader suddenly recalled, shuddering at the memory.
"That's a bit out of the ordinary, even for Buffy, isn't it?"

"Yes, I believe it is," Giles dryly responded. "You are sure about
this? It's a green slime she was covered with?"

"Hey! It's pretty hard to be wrong about something like that," Cordelia
replied, sounding a bit miffed. "It wasn't like she used the wrong brand
of moisturizer. No, her clothes and skin were covered with a bright-green
glowing goo!"

"It glowed?!" Giles exclaimed, looking up in shock.

"Yes. I haven't seen a spectacle like that since Harmony went to a new
hairstylist and came back looking like one of the Supremes."

The watcher stared open-mouthed at the brunette, before abruptly turning
around and walking into the book cage.

"Hey! Rude much?!"

"I believe I know the cause of Buffy's weird behaviour!" the watcher
called excitedly from the cage.

"Her weird behaviour for the last two years, or just the last two
weeks?" Cordelia called back.

Giles came out of the cage, carrying a large leather-bound book, and
shot the cheerleader a dirty look. "Buffy told me she had an encounter
with a large green, slimy demon... unfortunately that describes about 50%
of the entire demon species. What she didn't tell me was that the demon
sprayed her with slime!"

"Uh, why would she leave that out?" Cordelia asked. "Sounds like a
pretty important detail to me."

"Quite so..." After thinking for a moment, Giles continued, "I'm not
sure why she didn't tell me that... Maybe it just slipped her mind, or
perhaps she was embarrassed... It could, however, be somehow related to
the effect that the slime is having on her."

"And how does this slime affect her exactly?" the cheerleader
questioned. "Besides turning her into a dominating, Cordelia-obsessed bitch
with lesbian tendencies."

Sighing in exasperation, Giles opened the book and started leafing
through it. "That's what I'm about to find out... Ah! Here's the chapter
I'm looking for."

CHAPTER XXVIII - Xargos Demon

The Xargos demon is the only sentient inhabitant of the Xargos dimension
(from which it gets its name) and is entirely composed of slime.

This creature is very rare in our dimension and the combined sightings
of this demon on the earthly plane can be counted on two hands. However,
each of these sightings has made a great impact on those who encountered
the demon.

A Xargos demon wields great strength in its frightening body, and
despite its plumb and ungainly appearance it has much greater speed than an
ordinary human. If you are unlucky enough to encounter one of these fierce
creatures, and you are unable to escape, then know that the only sure way
to kill a Xargos demon is to cut off its head and then burn both head AND
body. If either the head or body remains intact for an extended period of
time then the demon is able to grow a new head/body. Which basically means
that cutting of its head, and then neglecting to do anything with the body
parts, could result in having to deal with TWO Xargos demons at a later
time.

A word of warning to those battling the Xargos demon: beware the slime
that spews from its mouth!

An important fact about the Demon is that it has the ability to spit out
a slime that works as a destructive acid against most other species of
demons... the effect it has on humans is quite different however:
Strangely enough, it is reported to have an effect somewhat similar to that
of a powerful love potion/spell, but WITH the added effect that the
infected person's strength and agility will be gradually increased to
several times that of a normal human. And unlike a love potion/spell the
effect of the slime is practically irreversible.*

Several documents recounting the effects of the slime on the "victims"
of the Xargos demon describe their behaviour thusly: Once infected with the
slime of the demon, the subject will appear normal right up until the point
that he/she encounters the very first person that he/she has strong
feelings for. Once that happens, these feelings (even those deeply hidden)
will begin to surface until they are released in their full uninhibited
intensity... and the stronger these feelings become the more compelled the
infected person will be to act on them.

In the few documented cases these feelings usually consisted of a very
strong dislike/hatred or of a very strong attraction/love. However,
whether it is hate or love that the victim of the slime is feeling, once
he/she has had physical contact with the focus of their feelings then these
feelings will remain strong and guide his/hers actions until one of them
dies.

BEWARE: The infected person's increased strength combined with his or
hers obsessive
behaviour can create extremely dangerous situations. Such a person

should be handled with great care while searching for an antidote!*

*See for the ONLY known antidote: "Magister Montro Mentalla's Magical
Antidotes, Volume IV"

"Damn, that thing is ugly!" Cordelia muttered while peering over the
watcher's shoulder at the picture of the demon. "If anyone ever needed an
emergency visit from the Avon lady, it's him." The cheerleader shook her
head in disgust. "So where's this "Magister somethingsomething Magical
Antidotes, Volume IV" book that's mentioned here?"

"I have no idea," Giles replied, deep in thought. "Unfortunately, I
only have the volumes one, two and three."

Looking at the watcher, Cordelia raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"Why, what happened? Forgot to pay your membership fee for the Creepy and
Obscure book-of-the-month club?"

*****

'Maybe I was a bit too hard on her,' Buffy thought to herself for the
67th time in the last 15 minutes. After diner she'd gone back to her room
to think some more about Cordelia Chase, and what her next step should be
with her somewhat reluctant lover. 'Okay, so my pet cheerleader needed an
attitude adjustment, but I could have easily settled for another
barebottomed spanking instead of whipping that amazing ass of hers raw.'

Throwing Mr. Gordo in the air, Buffy watched the stuffed pig twirl
around a few times before its nose touched the slightly discoloured spot on
the ceiling she was aiming for, and then drop down into her arms again.
'Sure, Cordy can be a real bitch, but let's be honest here -- so can I...
And she's been pretty cool so far about the lesbian thing between us, which
is kinda new to us both; she deserves some consideration points just for
that.'

Parking Mr. Gordo on her belly, the Slayer stretched her arms above her
head and sighed. 'Besides, if I'm gonna be totally honest here then I also
have to admit that Cordy was sorta entitled to be pissed off about me
ending it with her and Michael. After all, I never actually told her that
I wanted anything more then just sex from her, so it shouldn't have come as
a big shocker that Miss May Queen figured she was free to go out with
Michael and let him sample her goodies...'

Sitting up so quickly that Mr. Gordo got catapulted to the other side
of the room, she said to herself, "Let's face it, Buffy: You're gonna have
to find a way to make it up to her."

The blonde pursed her lips and considered what to do... 'I know! I
just need to make her see that the end of her relationship with Michael is
actually the beginning of something much better: a real relationship
between the two of us. Not just sex. And the best way to show her that I
mean business is to take her out on a date: dinner, movie, dancing, the
whole enchilada!'

Happy with her decision and the prospect of taking the beautiful
brunette out on a date, Buffy bounced over to the phone and reserved a
table for two on eight o'clock, Saturday evening in Sunnydale's finest
restaurant. In any other town, calling one day in advance would probably
have been too short notice to get dinner reservations in a quality
restaurant, but due to Sunnydale's high mortality rate and its citizen's
lack of enthusiasm to go out after dark, there was still a table available.
Who knew that living in the murder capital of the U.S.A. had benefits
aside from the cheap housing?

After making the dinner reservation, Buffy dialled Cordy's number to
inform her of their plans. She frowned when no-one picked up. Cordelia
isn't the kinda person who lets her phone ring repeatedly without rushing
to pick it up. So no answer could only mean that the cheerleader was out.
The question is: where? Unfortunately, she didn't have Cordy's mobile
number, which would have made finding out a whole lot easier.

'She wouldn't dare to keep her date with Michael, would she?' The blonde
considered this for a moment, before shaking her head. 'Nah, not even
Cordy would have the nerve for that... and even if SHE did, I'm pretty
sure Michael doesn't.'

The Slayer perked up when the obvious answer occurred to her. 'I know!
She's probably out bronzing. It's not like there's much else to do in this
town.'

After changing into one of her most seductive outfits, Buffy headed out
for the Bronze. As her pace quickened into a fast jog, the blonde kept
herself busy by mentally planning out her date with Cordy. Buffy felt sure
that if she shows the cheerleader a really good time on their date she'll
become a lot more affectionate. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she
pictured how "affectionate" Cordelia might be after a great date together.

The blonde Slayer felt as if her life was finally coming together.
'It's incredible how much difference it makes to have someone to love in
your life. I can really see a future for Cordy and me... Sure, she might
need a little convincing to show her that I'm perfect for her. And God
knows that girl needs a strong hand more than anyone else on this planet...
but considering that I'm more then happy to provide Cordelia with all the
discipline she needs, that's not a problem.'

Buffy grinned to herself. 'Nope, that's REALLY not a problem, since
Cordy enjoys getting her butt tanned about as much as I enjoy giving it to
her... which just proves that we're made for each other!"

The Slayer shook her head in amazement. 'Whoa... I'm really starting
to fall for her. There's just so much about her I love. Besides the
obvious, like her incredible beauty and body, there's her quick wit, her
loyalty, her stubbornness and her intelligence... She isn't the
onedimensional, ditzy, fashion-obsessed valleygirl a lot of people take her
to be.'

*****

"... So after headbutting her, I kicked that blonde bitch in the shins
and ran off," Cordelia triumphantly finished her story. "And that's how I
managed to purchase this beautiful, black silk number from the March
Madness Sale at Sax's."

After pouring another generous splurge of scotch into his tea, Giles
made to put away the silver flacon. Looking at the cheerleader he promptly
changed his mind and took a long swallow from the flask before putting it
aside. 'That's better!' he considered, feeling somewhat strengthened.
"That was a... fascinating tale, Cordelia. However, I fail to see the
relevance it has to our current situation."

The cheerleader shrugged. "I just thought I'd brighten the mood a bit,
since our research is getting us nowhere."

Giles sighed. 'I'm sure that deep down she means well,' he told himself
again. Putting as much reassurance in his voice as he could, he said, "I'm
sure we'll find a way to cure Buffy eventually... it's just going to take
a little time."

Cordelia silently contemplated the watcher's words. Wondering if a cure
still existed, and in case it does: will Giles be able to find it?
'Probably, Giles is great at figuring out stuff like this. Knowing him
he'll have Buffy back to normal before the end of next week.' Surprisingly,
this didn't cheer her up the way she thought it would. 'I wonder what
she'll be like after she gets cured...Will she remember what happened
between us, or is she gonna go all amnesiagirl like Xander after his little
stint with hyena-possession. And what if she remembers... Will that
really change anything between us, besides the obvious awkwardness we're
gonna feel towards each other, or will we just go back to ignoring one
another like nothing happened -- the Sunnydale way of dealing with things?'
Cordelia frowned. 'And which would *I* prefer? A Buffy who dislikes and
ignores me, or a Buffy who... loves me...?'

"Ugh!!" The cheerleader threw her hands up in disgust. "All this
thinking and worrying is gonna give me wrinkles!" she exclaimed. She then
noticed Giles staring at her. "Uh... sorry, did you say something?"

"I just said that research will go a lot quicker if the others help out;
especially Willow is good at finding things out with that contraption of
hers."

"Nuh-uh!" Cordelia quickly nixed that idea. "I don't want any of the
others to know about my little "situation" with Buffy."

"Really, Cordelia," Giles said, sounding somewhat exasperated. "I
understand that this is a rather awkward situation for you, but it's of the
utmost importance that we find a solution as soon as possible - time being
of the essence here."

"I'm very much aware of that," the cheerleader coolly replied. "Believe
me: if anyone wants
to find a quick solution to this mess it's ME! You think I enjoy being
Buffy's little sexslave?!" she questioned irately. 'Yes, you do.' a

nagging, little voice inside her head said. 'SHUT UP!' Cordelia told that
little voice.

"Please." Giles held out a calming hand. "I'm not implying anything
except that we could really use the others' help while searching for a way
to cure Buffy. And I'm sure that Xander, Willow and Oz will use the utmost
discretion concerning your... newly formed relationship with Buffy."

For a long moment, Cordelia considered the watcher's words then
stubbornly shook her head. "Aren't you, like, the number one watcher guy
in the world who knows all these old languages and ancient texts, and who's
got thousands of musty old books about demons, vampires and ghouls
practically memorized? Isn't that why they choose you to be Buffy's
watcher? So I really don't see why we need the others. Somehow, I can't
picture Oz's research skills and Xander's donut-fetching skills unlocking
the secret to Buffy's cure, and I seriously doubt that Willow is gonna find
an antidote for Xargos demon slime lying around on the internet."

The brunette took a deep breath and continued, "Besides, I remember you
telling Buffy that in the good old days, Slayers weren't allowed to have
friends because it distracted them from their calling. So normally you'd
have to do the research job on your own anyway." Feeling she'd got her
point across, Cordelia issued the librarian a triumphant look.

Giles smiled slightly. "Good point, well put," he acknowledged, "but
these aren't normal circumstances, and--"

"No, because under normal circumstances, I would've had Psycho-blonde
thrown in a reformatory already, where she belongs, and I'd be telling my
story on Sally Jessie right about now," Cordelia commented.

Rubbing his temples, Giles let out another deep sigh. "What I'm trying
to say is that under normal circumstances this could already be considered
a dangerous situation, but with a Slayer involved..." The watcher shuddered
a little. "Let's just say that things could get really bad. We have to
tell the others. Not just so they can help us researching a cure, but also
so they're forewarned about Buffy's condition."

Cordelia made a face. "Well, I'd still prefer it if we kept the
Scoobies out of this. It's bad enough that I had to tell you; I *really*
don't want anyone else to know that I'm Buffy's bitch and are required to
service her slit on a daily basis."

*****

The second she entered the Bronze, Buffy was on the lookout for
Cordelia. However, after wasting several minutes trying to find the
cheerleader in the throng of people, she became aware that even with her
enhanced eyesight it was difficult to spot a particular person in the dark
and crowded club.

Considering what to do, the Slayer finally decided that the quickest and
easiest way to search the busy nightclub was from above. So she swiftly
climbed the catwalk and started pacing back and forth while gazing down
into the crowd.

Buffy right away detected Xander, Willow and Oz sitting at their usual
table but Cordelia wasn't with them -- not that she'd expected the
cheerleader to sit with her friends, of course, but it would have been nice
if she did. After looking around some more, she suddenly spotted the
cheerleading squad, sitting together like they usually do. Her heartbeat
increased as she checked out the cheerleaders' individual faces while
searching for the familiar features of her lover... Disappointment flooded
her system when she failed to detect her beloved brunette among the group
of girls. Squinting her eyes she tried to get a better look, but
eventually had to admit to herself that Cordelia just wasn't there.

After pouting for a while, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion
that she's not going to find Cordy standing way up here. Climbing back
down again, Buffy hesitated for a moment before heading over to the
cheerleader's table, which she considered to be the most likely place to
find out about Cordy's whereabouts; unfortunately it was also the place
where she least of all wanted to be. In fact, she'd rather face a pack of
rabid vampires than this particular pack of cheerleaders. 'Oh well, the
things you do for love...'

As she got closer, Buffy noticed that the cheerleaders and their dates
were excitedly talking among each other. 'Looks like the hens have found
some new tasty bit of gossip to cackle about,' she thought amused.
'Mmmm... they seem really into it, so it must be good. I wonder who the
poor bastard is whose reputation is being shredded right now.' Buffy tried
using her slayer-hearing to listen in on their conversation but the loud
music made that impossible.

When she neared the Alpha girls' table, one of them saw her coming their
way and elbowed the girl next to her, urgently whispering and pointing in
her direction; the other girl repeated this with the girl sitting next to
her, and so on... Soon most of the cheerleaders where either staring at
her or busy whispering with each other.

'What's their fucking problem?!' Buffy thought irritably. When she
finally reached their table all the cheerleaders had stopped talking
(something she'd always considered to be physically impossible) and were
staring at her with smug smiles on their faces.

With an increasing sense of suspiciousness and dread, Buffy glanced
around the table at the circle of self-satisfied faces pointed her way.
The Slayer waited for someone to speak... but when almost a minute passed
without anyone saying a word, she quickly got tired of playing mute.

"Hey..." she shot the cheerleaders her brightest smile, "have any of you
girls seen Cordy around?"

Buffy's smile faltered a bit when her question was met with total
silence. "Or have any idea where she could be right now?" she tried again.

This time her question was greeted by several giggles and snickering
from the group of girls. Any trace of a smile on Buffy's face was now
gone. Clenching her fists at her side, the Slayer resisted the almost
overpowering urge to slap the superior looks of those smug bitches' faces.
"Is there something funny I'm missing here?" she asked through clenched
teeth.

The cheerleaders glanced at each other, looking like they were
desperately trying not to laugh.

"Hey, Buffy!" Harmony suddenly called out. "You think you could maybe
sing all verses of The Star Spangled Banner for us? Then we might tell you
were to find Cordy."

Buffy looked on with astonishment as the entire group burst into
laughter at that very lame "joke". 'What the fuck?! Was THAT suppose to
be *funny*?!'

"Does this mean that neither of you wants to tell me where Cordelia is?"
The Slayer watched stoically as the cheerleaders and their dates started
laughing even harder... for about fifteen seconds, then she was pretty
much fed-up with it.

Unclenching her fists, she grabbed the underside of the table and lifted
it up: spilling the numerous drinks and bowls of pretzels that littered the
table onto the cheerleader's dresses and into the laps of their dates.

A satisfied smile appeared on the blonde's lips when the cheerleaders &
jocks annoying laughter turned into cries of dismay accompanied by several
loud curses. "There ya go! Not so funny now, is it?!"

Letting the table drop back to the floor with a loud, resounding thump,
Buffy looked around triumphantly while casually wiping her hands. The
Slayer then searched around the table, glancing at the several shocked
faces staring back at her until she spotted Harmony.

Reaching over and grabbing the front of Harmony's outfit, she pulled the
blonde cheerleader towards her and slowly lifted her off her feet. "Now,
let's try this again: Where's Cordelia?"

"Hey! Listen up, you blonde freakshow..." Harmony's date, a big burly
football player, had overcome his initial shock and stomped over to her in
the most threatening manner he could manage. "I don't know what the fuck
you're on, but if you don't get your hands off my date right now, I will--"

"No, I will," Buffy calmly replied while directing her left fist into
the football player's face, knocking him back unconscious into his seat.
With a jovial smile on her face, Buffy once again turned her attentions to
Harmony and shook the blonde back and forth a bit. "Cordelia. Where...
is... she?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!" Harmony squeaked. "Last time I spoke with her she
called me from her house."

Buffy issued the blonde a suspicious look. "When was that?"

"A-About three hours ago!" the cheerleader gasped.

'That must have been right after I left,' Buffy concluded. Glancing up
at Harmony, she shook her a bit more for good measure. "And what did you
two talk about exactly?"

"N-Nothing much... about clothes and school... the usual."

"Don't - Fucking - Lie - To - ME!" Buffy bit out, shaking the blonde
back and forth with every word.

"SHE SAID YOU TOOK YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN THE GYM AND SANG ALL VERSES OF
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER!!!" Harmony hurriedly called out.

"WHAT?!!"

'That fucking BITCH!!'

With effort, Buffy managed to push down the anger she could feel boiling
up inside her.

"Ohhhhh! NOW I get your little Star Spangled Banner joke!!" Buffy
dropped Harmony back in her seat. "Ha Ha! Very funny!" She shot a
penetrating glare at the each of the cowering cheerleaders. "If I hear any
of you repeat that bogus rumour, your daddy's gonna have to pay for a
SECOND nose-job! Got that?!"

The cheerleaders and their dates collectively nodded their agreement.
They looked like they're considering ducking beneath the table for cover,
and would have, if Buffy hadn't just demonstrated why that isn't such a
good idea.

"Um, Buffy?"

The moment she heard someone behind her say her name, the Slayer twirled
around and raised her fists. She relaxed somewhat when she saw Willow, Oz
and Xander standing there.

"Hey, guys!" she cheerfully greeted them; as if nothing out of the
ordinary was going on and she hadn't just turned over a table onto a flock
of cheerleaders.

The three Scoobies smiled tentatively at the Slayer... or at least two
of them did: Oz more looked like he's watching some TV-show he isn't
particularly interested in but couldn't be bothered to change the channel.

Willow followed up by giving the blonde an awkward, little wave. "Hi,
Buffy!"

"Buffster!" Xander cheerfully called out while casually stepping behind
Oz, getting ready to use the (current) redhead as a human shield in case
Buffy felt like throwing a couple more punches.

"Hey," Oz said. Nodding at the dishevelled cheerleading squad, he
questioned, "What's up with the slightly rumpled Alpha girls?"

Buffy glanced behind her, then shrugged. "Oh... nothing much. We got
into a little argument, so I turned the table on them."

"Don't you mean: turned the tables?" Willow corrected.

"No."

"Oh!" the redhead said, her eyes widening as she stared at the large
wooden table.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Xander glanced around him and suddenly
noticed that half the people in the Bronze were watching them. "Okay, not
that I don't enjoy watching a good catfight," he said. "But does anybody
else notice that we... well, mostly Buffy, are drawing more attention than
the band. Sure, the band pretty much sucks, but still..."

Oz calmly looked around and nodded. "If I remember correctly: club
rules are that after you turn over a table and punch someone out, it's time
to finish your drink and call it a night."

The Scooby Gang quickly made their way to the exit, and got into Oz's
van.

Driving away, Oz first headed for Buffy's house since her place is
closest by. Glancing to his right, he saw that the Slayer was quietly
staring out the window. "Did I hear you say you were looking for
Cordelia?" he asked conversationally.

The second Cordelia's name was mentioned, the blonde seemed to undergo
an immediate transformation. She suddenly perked up and looked at him
expectantly. "Yes, I am!" Buffy said excitedly, "Any idea where she is?"

Oz shrugged. "Devon mentioned earlier at the Bronze that he saw her car
in the school's parking lot. So I suppose she could--"

"Stop the car!" Buffy called out without even waiting for Oz to finish
his sentence.

Raising an eyebrow, the young werewolf showed some mild surprise at the
Slayer's request but stepped on the break without any questions.

Before the van came to a complete halt, Buffy had already stepped
outside and closed the door behind her. "Thanks for the ride, Oz! I'll
walk the rest of the way," she called through the open car window, and then
waved goodbye at Willow and Xander. "'Night, guys! I'll see you
tomorrow."

About two seconds later, the Slayer disappeared into the darkness while
the two passengers of the van gawked after her (Oz meanwhile checked his
fuel gauge and considered refilling his tank tomorrow).

"Okay, this is getting beyond weird!" Xander called out while staring in
the general direction the Slayer had gone. "I can think of only one
logical reason why Buffy keeps ditching us for Cordelia: She must be in
serious danger... of becoming an honorary member of the Cordettes. We
should tell Giles about this and implore him to put an end to this
madness." He looked at the other occupants of the van for support.

Oz merely shrugged while Willow nodded fervidly. "I suggest we speak to
Giles first thing in the morning," she said. "Maybe he knows what's
causing Buffy's strange behaviour."

"I'm guessing MAJOR case of PMS," said Xander.

*****

It was already past midnight when Cordelia left the library behind her
and headed for the students parking lot. The cheerleader wasn't in the
best of moods. Eventually, after Giles pointed out what could happen if,
for example, Xander would to make some kinda sexual advance at her with
Buffy present (very likely trigger a violent response from the Slayer),
she'd finally given in and granted the watcher her consent to fill the
others in.

'So by tomorrow the entire Scooby gang will be in the know about me and
Buffy... That's just great! Just when I thought dating Xander Harris
would be my absolute low point of High school humiliation, it seems I have
yet to hit rock bottom.'

"Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly, angrily kicking an empty soda-can away.
This just showed how distressed she felt. Because under normal
circumstances, she would never have risked damaging her expensive Gucci
shoes with such a pointless act. 'Could my life possibly get anymore
fucked up than this?!'

Of course, it's never a good idea to ask yourself that question...
especially when you're living in Sunnydale CA.

"Why so upset, Cordelia?" a honey-sweet and eerily familiar voice behind
her unexpectedly inquired. "Has Versace announced that they're only going
to be producing men's wear from now on?"

Her blood seemed to turn to ice as she recognized to whom that voice
belonged. And ice instead of blood would not be so bad right about now,
because that voice belongs to Angel. Or rather his evil counterpart:
Angelus.

Chapter 11

Title: Chapter 10a

Chapter 10

"Angelus!" Cordelia cried out. Quickly spinning around, she pulled out
the cross she kept in her purse for situations like these and held it out
in front of her.

"The one and only," the vampire smugly replied.

Standing approximately at an eight foot distance from the cheerleader,
Angelus appeared as non-threatening as any homicidal vampire could possibly
pull off. In fact, wearing his human face while keeping his hands casually
tugged away in the pockets of his expensive-looking leather trench coat, he
actually managed to look handsome and distinguished. Someone you could
bring home to meet your parents. Thus expertly hiding his true nature of
someone who - most likely - would *eat* your parents if he ever got the
chance.

"Nice to see you too, Cordy," Angelus greeted the former May Queen with
a hint of mocking in his voice while looking with an expression of mild
reproach at the holy symbol the brunette was brandishing at him.

"Tsk, tsk, is *this* how you greet all your friends?" he inquired,
shaking his head and sounding slightly affronted. "Of course, that would
explain why you don't have any friends..." he added thoughtfully.

"No, this is how I greet all you bloodsucking fiends," Cordelia
responded irritably while waving her cross at Angelus and slowly backing
away. "And I happen to have plenty of friends, mister -- a hell of a lot
more than you, anyway."

"Ouch! That hurts," the vampire smirked while comically clutching his
chest. "Now, when you say friends... do you mean those brain dead bimbos
who follow you around everywhere and happily backstabbed you the moment
your popularity was dropping? Or are you talking about Buffy and her
little library posse who just barely tolerate you?"

Cordelia seemed taken aback for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
"Oh, I get it. This is the part where you start playing mind games on me.
Why don't you grow up, Angelus, and find yourself another hobby... or
maybe a job, you undead deadbeat."

The vampire's eyes narrowed slightly and he stalked a bit closer, which
caused Cordelia to back away more.

Angelus sighed. "You know, all this hostility is completely
unnecessary. I didn't arrange this little encounter so we could argue...
I've come to make you an offer, Cordy." Smiling benignly, he added, "Or
perhaps "opportunity" would be a better word for it... Yes, an
*opportunity* which I normally only offer to a very select few of worthy
individuals."

"Oh, brother..." Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You really love hearing
yourself talk, don't you? Could you maybe cut out the suave Dracula act
and get to the freakin' point."

Angelus kept smiling benevolently, but the reassuring effect of the
smile was mostly negated by the sudden appearance of a pair of sharp
looking fangs, and instead an air of menace now surrounded the vampire.

This served as a swift reminder to Cordelia that she wasn't dealing with
the ever polite housebroken vampire Angel anymore, but instead with the
infamous mass murderer master vampire Angelus... and that it might be wise
to watch her words for once. "Uh, sorry... You were saying? Take all the
time you want."

"As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me: I'm here to offer
you a wonderful opportunity, and I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I
call this the opportunity of a lifetime." Angelus smile grew wider, making
Cordelia even more uncomfortable. "I'm offering you the chance to become
my ally."

"Your ally?" Cordelia repeated surprised. This is not what she'd been
expecting. "What exactly are you getting at?"

"It's quite simple, Cordy... You pledge allegiance to me and join my
side. By doing this you'll not only avoid the very painful and messy
deaths that I've got planned for Buffy and her little friends, but I'll
also reward you with eternal life."

"As a bloodsucking demonic-possessed creature of the night," the
cheerleader added with a distasteful expression.

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it," Angelus grinned. "Think about
it... Never getting old, forever keeping your beauty, and a place at my
side as my newest Childe."

"And what would I have to do to earn this... grand reward," Cordelia
inquired sourly.

"Oh, nothing much... just providing some assistance in my battle
against a meddlesome group of teens and the old coot who guides them."

"In other words: you want me to betray Buffy, Giles and the others."

"Exactly. But hey, it's not like I'm asking you to actually help me
fight them," Angelus smirked, "I know how you don't like to get your dainty
little hands dirty, and we certainly don't want to ruin that perfect
manicure of yours. No, the only thing I ask is that you provide me with
some information and maybe get them to show up at a certain place on a
specific time... A small task really, for so great a reward."

"Uh-huh... So what if I decide to help you, what happens then?"

"Once I've taken care of Buffy, Sunnydale will be mine. And with the
power of the Hellmouth behind us, the clan of Aurelius will once again be
the most powerful vampire clan of the world; it will be like it was during
the reign of the Master -- except unlike batface, I actually know how to
have fun. And if you chose so, you can be a part of all this... at a
place of authority and power."

"And what if I decline your... generous offer?"

"Well, let's see... there's rape... torture... mutilation..." Angelus
counted off on his fingers while smiling benignly at the brunette. "And I
don't want to spoil the ending, but... Oh, why the heck not! It ends with
various parts of your body being delivered to your parents and to each of
the Scoobies. I'll probably send your head to Buffy," he added
thoughtfully, "and, as a little extra - just to show her that she's special
to me, I'll probably send her your tits as well, 'cause dear ole Buff seems
to have grown awfully fond of your big titties lately."

Cordelia's face had turned a ghostly pale, and her hand that held the
cross trembled slightly. 'What the...?! He KNOWS about Buffy and me! So
that's what this little meeting is about... Oh, FUCK!!! Fuck-fuck-FUCK!!!
What do I do now? ... I need more time... Giles! Giles said he's going
home as well after checking out a couple more books for info about Xargos
demons. That probably won't take him very long, so I just have to stall
Angelus for a couple minutes more, which shouldn't be too hard with Mr.
Motormouth Vampire... Oh, why the fuck didn't I just accept Giles' offer
to walk me to my car!'

"Why so quiet all of a sudden, Cordy?" Angelus asked in a comradely
tone-of-voice. "Are you thinking about your new girlfriend? Trouble in
paradise already? C'mon, you can tell ol' Angelus. We've both been there,
ya know. I too have dated that blonde menace, so I can sympathize, and
perhaps even give you some friendly advice about the many pitfalls of
dating Buffy Summers."

"Uhh... what's with this "dating Buffy Summers" nonsense, Angelus? Did
you just drain a druggie, or something?"

"Now, now," Angelus smirked, "no need to play coy with me, Ms. Chase. I
know all about the twisted lesbian love-affair between you and Buffy...
But if you're worried about me being upset that my ex-lover is screwing you
now, then don't be 'cause I'm a sucker for young love. Honestly, seeing
Buffy spank and then fuck you at your pool touched me in a very special
way."

Cordelia stared at the vampire in disbelief. 'How can he possibly know
about-or worse: have SEEN that?! At my house, in the middle of a bright,
sunny day... There's no way he could've been there and--'

"And afterwards, I touched myself in a special way."

"Ewww!" Cordelia exclaimed disgusted.

Angelus laughed at the cheerleader's revolted expression. "Nah, just
kidding... I actually let Drusilla do the touching."

"Ewww!!"

"Though I'm pretty sure that Spike touched himself in that special way
while Dru and I were busy."

"EWWWW!!! Spike saw us too?! Oh My GOD!! I think I'm gonna be sick!"

"There, there, Cordy." Holding out his arms like he's coming in for a
hug, Angelus walked up to the dismayed cheerleader, causing her to swiftly
jump backwards out of his reach waving her cross at him.

Standing still, Angelus shook his head in sad disappointment. "I'm
truly heartbroken that you still harbour such distrust for me, Cordy. This
does not bode well for any future partnership."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'll bet that after threatening me
with torture and dismemberment you figured we were BFF. God, Angelus, get
over yourself, will ya!"

The vampire smiled appreciatively. "You know, I think I'm beginning to
understand what Buffy sees in you aside from that pretty face and those big
titties... perhaps having you in my life for all eternity won't be so bad
after all."

Cordelia grimaced. "I think you're getting slightly ahead of yourself
here -- I haven't agreed to anything yet."

Angelus arched an eyebrow. "Come now, Cordy... I know the Scoobies
still see you as a bit of an airhead, but surely you're not stupid enough
to decline. I always figured you'd possess a healthy dose of
self-preservation."

Wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, Cordelia covertly
glanced in the direction of the library. The lights were out! This meant
that Giles could come out any moment; she just needed to buy herself a
little more time.

"What if I decide to accept your offer," she questioned hesitantly,
"h-how do you know that I won't betray *you* instead?"

"Good question, Cordy... Naturally, I took your innate talent for
backstabbing into consideration when I came up with this proposal," Angelus
confidently replied. "Dru?" he cheerfully called out across his shoulder.

Cordelia watched wide-eyed as a pale dark-haired woman dressed in an
old-fashioned gown emerged from the shadows and flashed her a sinister
smile.

"'ello dearie," the newcomer greeted her with an obvious cockney accent.

'Oh, Shit! This must be Drusilla -- Spike's batty girlfriend,' Cordelia
quickly deduced while gazing nervously at the vampiress who was staring
right back at her with those disconcerting crazy eyes. 'Fuck me! As if
one powerful vampire wasn't bad enough... If Giles shows up now, he'll
probably get killed alongside with me.'

Putting an arm around the brunette female vamp, Angelus explained, "You
see with Dru's magic, we can actually *guarantee* that you keep your word.
Show the cheerleader the agreement you've drawn up & enchanted, princess,"
he said while bestowing an affectionate smile upon his Childe.

Drusilla obviously loved the attention she was getting from her handsome
Sire, practically purring with delight as Angelus stroked her hair.

'Whoa. And to think that could be me in a couple of months,' Cordelia
considered discomfited while studying the gruesome twosome (as she'd
already nicknamed them). She was abruptly shaken from her musings when the
female vamp turned those scary eyes at her again and gave her an even
scarier smile.

"Got a prezzie for you," Drusilla giggled as she reached into her
cleavage and pulled out a small scroll. With a graceful move of her hand,
the scroll unrolled, displaying its contents to the captivated cheerleader.

Even though she was standing about 8 feet away and the entire scroll was
smaller than an A4 piece of paper, Cordelia was still able to read it - the
fiery red letters just seemed to jump out at her.

I, Cordelia Chase, hereby pledges my undying allegiance to Angelus and
the clan of Aurelius. I solemnly swear to lend him my full support in
capturing: Elizabeth "Buffy" Summers,
Willow Rosenberg, Alexander "Xander" Harris, Daniel "Oz" Osbourne, and

Rupert "Ripper" Giles. I also swear not to reveal anything of this
agreement to anyone nor will I attempt to warn these five individuals in
any way.

Signed (with the understanding that breaking this agreement will trigger
an agonizing death),

Bearing witness to this agreement are Angelus, current ruler of the
Aurelius clan, and Drusilla, beloved Childe of Angelus, and third in line
as ruler of the Aurelius clan. Who, in exchange for Miss Chase's
allegiance, promise to welcome her into their family as their newest Childe
as well as keeping her safe and treating her as one of their own.

Signed (with the understanding that breaking this agreement will trigger
an agonizing death),

Angelus Drusilla

Cordelia swallowed nervously. Even though Drusilla and, to a lesser
extend, Angelus, appeared to have a pretty loose grasp of reality (to put
it politely), that didn't seem to have affected their ability to put
together a pretty solid contract.

"As you can see, we already signed it," Angelus said, "and the moment
you sign it as well, you'll be considered one of us, even though the actual
turning will have to wait until we've taken care of Buffy and her little
friends. She may not be the brightest pencil in the box, but even she
might get a tad suspicious if you're suddenly a vampire."

Cordelia had to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying something in
Buffy's defence. She didn't want Angelus to know that she actually cared
for the blonde. 'Hey, I care for Buffy? When did this happen?'

"Anyhow, this little piece of paper will ensure that you keep your word
and we keep ours, which should take care of any concerns you might have
about getting killed as well after you've helped us get rid off Buffy and
her band of merry meddling morons... Well, I suppose technically we WILL
kill you, but in a good way," Angelus added with a grin.

Cordelia made a face. Angelus had somehow guessed her next question and
already answered it. She was quickly running out of things to say - making
small talk with a pair of homicidal vamps wasn't exactly her forte, and it
was also kinda hard to think straight under these stressing circumstances.

"Well, at first glance that agreement looks pretty legit," Cordelia
casually remarked, "but knowing you guys, you probably put something in to
screw me over, so I really need some time to examine it more closely."

"Hmm, I'm afraid I have to insist upon an answer from you now," Angelus
replied with a somewhat sanctimonious apologetic expression on his face.
"This is kind of a onetime, timelimited, offer... But as for that
"screwing over" possibility, you really don't have to worry, Cordy.
Naturally, we WILL be screwing you, but in a good way."

"Ohhh, you're so wicked," Drusilla giggled while snuggling closer
against her beloved Sire. "Can I be the one to screw her first? Please,
daddy." The century's old vampire put so much emphasise on the word "screw"
that it made her sound like a little girl repeating the first cuss word she
heard and taking delight in its naughtiness.

Smiling down at the female vamp, Angelus asked, "Why, Dru... what have
you got in mind for our pretty cheerleader?"

Drusilla gazed with hungry eyes at the uncomfortable-looking brunette.
"First, she deserves a good spanking for all those naughty things she did
with the nasty Slayer. Then, after I washed out her mouth with soap, I
want her use that wicked mouth on me, on that special place between my
legs," she clarified with a shy smile.

The vampire giggled. "Then you have to spank the cheerleader and me
both, daddy, for being such naughty girls."

Angelus chuckled good-naturedly. "Sounds like a plan, Princess. But
let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, the lovely Miss Chase here needs
to sign our little agreement, and then we still have to capture the nasty
Slayer and her friends. After all that is done, we'll have plenty of time
to play with the newest addition to our little family, and I promise that
you'll get to initiate her, Dru."

Drusilla clapped her hands in delight.

The lovely Miss Chase in question, however, wasn't delighted at all.
Though attempting to remain stoic, Cordelia couldn't stop from grimacing
distastefully at the notion of becoming the vamps' sexual plaything. 'I'd
much rather remain Buffy's sexual plaything, thank-youvery much! And
what's the freaking deal with people wanting to spank me?'

The only good thing about this disturbing conversation was that it kept
the gruesome twosome occupied for now, buying her some more time.
Stealthily, she retrieved a small bottle from her purse and kept it hidden
in the palm of her hand.

"Decision time, Cordelia," Angelus spoke up, sounding a lot more
sinister all of a sudden. "Are you with us, or against us?"

Cordelia has tried to mentally prepare herself for this moment, but
couldn't help from trembling with anticipation and fear now that it had
finally arrived. Judging from Angelus nononsense expression, she knew that
any further attempts to stall would be useless.

Her gaze switched to Drusilla who was invitingly holding out the dreaded
scroll and a quill, and absently wondered if the vampire had pulled that
quill from her cleavage as well. A quick glance at the library made it
clear that there was no watcher rushing to her rescue at the moment.

'Shit! Still no Giles... Oh, well, I don't think he'd be able to help
me out of this mess anyway.'

"Your answer, Cordelia. Now." Angelus voice called out, obviously out
of patience.

Realizing she was all out of options, a strange calmness suddenly came
over the cheerleader.

"Fine! Here's my answer, fang-face," she shouted, and as hard as she
could, she threw the small glass bottle at Angelus face.

Unfortunately, the master vampire must've expected something like this
to happen. With supernatural speed, he swatted the tiny glass projectile
away with the back of his hand before it could reach his face. It was an
impressive move, but only half-successful considering the bottle broke when
he struck it, causing the holy water inside to splatter all over his left
hand.

As Angelus growled in pain, clutching his injured hand, Cordelia pressed
her cross into Drusilla's face. The female vampire hissed and jumped
backwards before the holy symbol could touch her.

Turning around, the cheerleader ran as quickly as she could back to the
library, hoping that it would be a while before the vampires were able to
follow her. She was really regretting right now wearing her brand-new,
high-heeled Gucci's for what was supposed to be just a visit to the
school's library. 'It's not like Giles was able to appreciate the
awesomeness of these shoes,' she thought bitterly. 'I might as well have
come in wearing army boots.'

A clawed hand shot out from behind and grabbed her arm, yanking her off
her feet as she came to an abrupt halt. Looking up a tad dazed, she found
herself staring into the full-vamped face of an angry-looking Angelus with
an even angrier-looking Drusilla glaring at her from across her Sire's
broad shoulder.

"Wrong answer, Cordy," the vampire's voice rasped, his face only inches
from hers.

The brunette gulped nervously. Then, deciding that if she's gonna die,
she might as well try to go out in style, she spat in the vampire's face.

"Fuck you, Angelus."

The vampire grinned maliciously as he wiped the spittle from his face.
"Oh, I will, among other things... lots of other things."

Her heart sank. She'd hoped to get him angry enough that he'd kill her
right away, thereby escaping the torture and rape he threatened her with,
but it looked like Angelus wasn't about to deny himself that pleasure.

"Let's take her home so we can take our time playing with her," Drusilla
suggested; her eyes gleaming evilly as she hungrily looked down at the
wildly struggling cheerleader.

"Way ahead of you, Dru," Angelus said while grabbing Cordelia's wrist as
she tried to stick her cross in his face. With a quick twist, he made her
drop the holy symbol and then kicked it away out of her reach. He grunted
as the brunette kneed him hard in the groin but managed to hold onto her as
she tried to squirm away.

"Just for that I'm gonna keep you alive a week longer," he whispered
menacingly in her ear. Turning the brunette around to avoid another
vicious attack aimed at his privates, he pulled her arms behind her back
and looked around for something to bind her wrists with. He was about to
use his belt when his gaze fell upon the cheerleader's expensive purse
still hanging from her shoulder, or more specifically: the strap handle of
the purse. 'That should do nicely...'

Grabbing the purse handle, he was about to yank it off when Cordelia,
detecting the grave danger to her precious purse, stamped with all her
might on his foot, driving the pointy heel right through the leather into
his flesh.

With an angry growl, he threw her down on the grass. "You'll pay for
that as well, bitch!"

'Screw this tying up shit, I'll just knock her out and carry her to my
car,' the irate vamp thought while glaring down at the defiant-looking
cheerleader. He was about to follow through on this when Drusilla called
out a warning.

"Daddy! Look out!"

Looking up, he caught a glimpse of an arrow heading his way and moved
his body aside as fast as he could, which was not fast enough... though
the arrow missed his heart it still bored its way into his right arm.
'FUCK! This just isn't my day.'

Eyes blazing with fury, he scanned around to see who'd be foolish enough
to attack him. It took less than a second to spot the lonely figure
standing about 15 yards away, wearing a tweed suit and brandishing a
crossbow, which he was busy reloading with impressive speed. 'The Watcher,
of course... I half-expected him to turn up alongside Cordy; we are near
the school's library, after all.'

"Dru, take out that meddlesome old coot," he calmly commanded while
pulling the wooden arrow from his arm. Before he finished speaking,
Drusilla was already on her way.

Shrieking with rage, the female vampire leaped towards the watcher with
her arms outstretched, her hands directed at his throat.

Remaining remarkably composed, Giles steadily raised the newly loaded
crossbow and fired an arrow at the swiftly approaching vamp.

Despite appearing to be berserk, Drusilla turned out to be as
cool-headed as the librarian. With the smooth elegance of a dancer, she
twirled around and the arrow speeded harmlessly past her.

Confident that -at the very least- he'd wound her with this easy shot,
Giles blinked in consternation when the crazy vampire simply danced around
it. And there was no time to reload his crossbow or even get out his cross
because she was almost upon him.

Acting completely on instinct, he grabbed her wrists just before she
could wrap her hands around his neck and let himself fall back on the
grass, pulling her with him. At the same time, he drew back both legs and
kicked her in the stomach while releasing her wrists. This move worked out
pretty well when he used it in a sparring match against Buffy about a month
ago and it worked out pretty good here as well.

With a cry of surprise, the female vamp sailed over him, but recovered
quickly enough to prevent herself from ending flat down on the ground with
a mouthful of grass; doing a swift somersault while in flight, Drusilla
managed to land on her feet like a big, black cat.

She turned around with a snarl and the solid intent to dismember this
insolent human for making her look like a fool in front of her beloved
Sire, but jumped back hissing in dismay when she found herself staring
straight at a cross that the Watcher was suddenly holding.

Angelus growled in annoyance when he saw that his Childe and the
librarian had somehow ended up in a stalemate. 'He's definitely a lot more
dangerous than I thought if he can hold his own against Dru like that. I
better give her a hand after I've dealt with Cordy.'

Directing his gaze down at the cheerleader, he cursed loudly when he saw
her pick up the cross he'd kicked away earlier and aim it at him once more
while getting up. 'This REALLY isn't my day.'

While avoiding looking directly at the cross she was holding, he closely
studied the slightly battered, but still undeniable beautiful brunette who
was looking back at him with fire in her eyes. 'I'd expect Giles to put up
a decent fight, but I never thought that Miss May Queen over there would
give me this much trouble... Fun though it sounded, perhaps I should
reconsider the mutilation & dismemberment program I'd planned for her and
instead make Cordelia one of us -- after we finished raping and torturing
her, of course,' Angelus silently pondered. 'It's been a while since I
created a Childe and I get the feeling that she'd make an impressive
vampire. And, as an added bonus, she would make the perfect weapon against
Buffy.'

A tiny smile formed on his lips when he noticed that the cheerleader was
covertly inching over towards the watcher while keeping her eyes, and her
cross, directed at him. "You're not getting away from me that easily,
Cordy."

The brunette halted her movements and blinked worriedly as the vampire
started circling around her. She turned around with him, making sure to
keep her cross between them at all times, but it was getting hard to keep
up with him as Angelus moved faster and faster until all she could see was
this big black blur moving around her. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in
her wrist and her cross went flying. This was followed by a fist, which
seemed to appear out of thin air, striking the side of her head. And
then... darkness.

Crouching down next to the unconscious form of the cheerleader, Angelus
checked her pulse. 'Pretty strong, but she'll be out for a while...
Good.'

He'd pulled his punch as best as he could so as not to accidentally kill
her, but still managed to hit her hard enough to ensure she wasn't going
anywhere while he's taking care of the watcher.

Directing his gaze unto his next target, Angelus smirked when he saw
Giles shooting a worried look at the prone cheerleader while fending off a
furious Drusilla.

"Don't worry, Giles," he said while stalking closer to the watcher.
"She's fine... for now. Don't want to spoil the fun by killing her
prematurely."

"What's this, Angelus?" Giles said with a hint of mocking in his voice.
"Afraid to face Buffy, so you go after her friends instead? And judging
from the state you're in you could hardly manage that."

The watcher's words made Angelus involuntarily check out his left hand,
which was pretty badly burned from the holy water that the cheerleader
threw at him. He'd been too busy and too angry earlier on to pay much
attention to the pain, but now that he had time to take notice, he
discovered that it was pretty bad. It would take at least a week for this
to heal. 'She'll pay for that,' he coldly considered before fixing his
eyes on the watcher again.

Giles in the meantime had ducked another lunge from Drusilla and shoved
his cross in the vampiress' stomach causing her to screech and jump back,
as if she'd just touched an electric fence. With Dru and Angelus
momentarily distracted, he sprinted as fast as he could to Cordelia;
managing to put himself between her and the vamps, he held them back with
his cross.

"Well played, watcher," Angelus grudgingly admitted, "but this little
manoeuvre won't help you, or her, much. You're outnumbered and hopelessly
outclassed."

"Outnumbered perhaps," Giles conceded, "But considering that the two of
you were barely able to capture a high school girl without any superpowers,
I'd hardly consider myself outclassed."

"And he's not outnumbered, either," Cordelia chimed in as she slowly sat
up.

"Awake already?" Angelus said, appearing equally impressed and annoyed.
"My, you're even more hard-headed than I thought."

The cheerleader shot the vampire a dirty look.

"Are you alright, Cordelia?" Giles asked while keeping his eyes trained
on the two vampires.

"No, I'm definitely not alright," the brunette said with a grimace while
checking out her torn and stained outfit.

"Are you injured?" the watcher questioned concerned. "How bad is it?
Can you still walk?"

"What? No, I'm not injured, but my dress is pretty much ruined.
Damnit! This was one of my favourites."

Giles sighed in relief and exasperation. "I'm sorry about your dress,
Cordelia. I know how much it meant to you. But I think we have more
pressing concerns at the moment, like getting out of this alive."

"Oh... right," the brunette replied a bit sheepishly.

"Not gonna happen," Angelus commented with an amused smile. Cross or no
cross, he felt confident that they could take out the watcher whenever they
wanted, and without her cross and holy water, Cordy wouldn't be a problem,
either. But after all the trouble these two caused him, he enjoyed toying
with them a little longer. It was fun watching them squirm, hanging onto
the ridiculous belief that they might be able to escape, or even kill, him.

"Don't be so sure of that, Angelus," Giles calmly replied. "Despite
your best efforts we're still alive, and you seem to be in worse shape than
either of us."

"My best efforts," Angelus chuckled, "that's a good one. And just
because you got in a couple of lucky shots when I was distracted doesn't
mean you've got even a snowball's chance in Hell to defeat me."

Looking around her, Cordelia's eyes lit up when she spotted her silver
crucifix lying on the grass only a couple of feet away. 'The stupid git
didn't even bother kicking it away after he punched me out,' she thought
elated.

"Hello? I'M here as well," the cheerleader said as she picked up her
cross and quickly got to her feet. "And now you have two of us to deal
with, you undead bastard."

"Uhm, I'M also still here, dearie," Drusilla announced while smiling
sweetly at the two humans.

"That's right," Angelus said with a grim smile. "Though I certainly
don't need any help dealing with the two of you. Just sit back and enjoy
the show, Dru. Daddy's gonna kick some ass."

Drusilla excitedly jumped up and down clapping her hands. "Go, daddy!"
she cheered. 'My Angelus is so glorious when he gets like this.'

With his glowing yellow eyes fixed on the two humans, Angelus
majestically strode forwards.

Standing side-by-side, Giles and Cordelia pointed their crucifixes in
the direction of the approaching undead. Expecting the vampire to stop in
his tracks they were in for a nasty shock, because the holy symbols didn't
even cause him to pause.

Walking right up to them, Angelus yanked the two crosses from their
hands and, ignoring the excruciating pain, crushed them in his fists and
threw the remains away.

"I've never been a very good Catholic," he smugly explained to the two
dumbfounded humans. Before they were able to react he grabbed their necks
with his still smouldering hands and slowly raised them off the ground.

Watching the two pesky humans dangle above the grass, kicking their legs
around, gasping for air, totally at his mercy, Angelus took a moment to
picture the look on Buffy's face the moment she laid eyes on the broken
body of her watcher and then finding out that he'd captured her girlfriend
as well. The thought made him shiver with delight. 'Ahhh, Sweet is
revenge--especially unto women,' he thought with a chuckle.

"Catch, Dru." With a flip of his wrist, he tossed the red-faced
cheerleader towards his Childe.

Drusilla easily caught the brunette in her arms and held her in a tight
grip while eagerly watching what her daddy's gonna do with that mean old
watcher. She was still smarting from the humiliation of being unable to
defeat him earlier and hoped that Angelus was gonna do something *really*
nasty.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then, Giles," Angelus said while shooting
the struggling librarian an evil smile. "I have plans for the cheerleader,
but in your case I'll just go straight to the killing part."

"My thought exactly!" another voice called out. Both the vampires and
the two humans turned their faces to the source of the voice, which they
all instantly recognized. Buffy the Vampire Slayer had arrived at the
scene.

Moving so fast that she appeared to be a tiny blonde ball of fury, Buffy
launched herself against Angelus, causing the surprised vampire to let go
of Giles. The vampire tried to put up a defence, but before he could even
raise a fist he was bashed to the ground by Buffy.

Angelus gasped in dismay as the blonde jumped on top of him, sinking
first her spiked heels in his thighs precariously close to his crotch, and
then her knees into his stomach as she dropped down. Wide-eyed he watched
a sharp looking stake aimed directly at his heart bearing down at him.

Employing his lightning fast reflexes, he was only barely able to grab
her wrist and halt its descend - a fraction of a second later, Angelus
realized, and his unlife would have been over. Still shocked by this much
too close brush with his final death, he was unable to avoid Buffy's fist
as it crashed into his jaw, nearly breaking it. 'Beelzebub's Balls! When
did she get this strong?!'

Dazed and disoriented, he tried as best he could to keep that stake away
from his chest, but a second punch to his face almost made him loose
consciousness. Horrified he watched as Buffy yanked her hand holding the
stake free from his weakened grasp and took aim at his heart again.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" With a cry of rage, Drusilla grabbed the Slayer
from behind with both hands and lifted the small blonde above her head, and
then threw her at the cheerleader and the watcher as they rushed at her,
causing the three human to roll backwards across the lawn like human
bowling balls.

Sensing that the odds were now against them, Drusilla grabbed her Sire's
hand and pulled him up, dragging him in the direction of their car. Shaken
by his near demise, Angelus didn't resist and allowed his Childe to lead
for once.

Jumping to her feet, Buffy was about to go after them when a groan from
Cordelia made her quickly refocus her attentions to her fallen lover.

"Are you okay, Cordy?" she worriedly asked while helping the brunette to
her feet.

"Yeah, I-I think so," the cheerleader shakily responded. "Thanks, that
was some pretty good timing."

"You're welcome," Buffy said, smiling relieved. "And how are you doing,
Giles?" she asked her watcher, who was just getting back to his feet as
well.

"I'm fine, Buffy," the librarian replied while massaging his neck with
one hand and straightening his glasses with the other. "Thank you for that
timely rescue."

"No problem," the Slayer replied. "Too bad that bastard Angelus managed
to get away again. His psycho girlfriend jumped me just as I was about to
dust him." She looked regretfully in the direction that Angelus and
Drusilla had fled away.

Giles looked up surprised. "You actually meant to kill him?"

Now it was Buffy's turn to look surprised. "Of course, that wasn't a
rubber stake I tried to plunge into his chest."

"I didn't think it was," Giles dryly responded. "It's just that ever
since Angel lost his soul you've been extremely reluctant in using any kind
of lethal force to stop him. So why the sudden change of heart?"

Buffy looked blankly at him for a moment and then shrugged. "Dunno,
really... I guess I finally realized that the Angel I knew and loved is
truly gone and the monster that now wears his face has to be destroyed
before it makes anymore innocent victims."

"I see..." Giles replied while gazing thoughtfully at his Slayer.
"That's quite an epiphany you had."

"Yeah, well, I guess I was due a bit of enlightenment," Buffy joked.

Despite making fun of it, the blonde did seem a bit uneasy about this
particular subject, because she abruptly ended the conversation by turning
to Cordelia and firing off a couple of questions at the brunette.

"Are you sure you're okay, Cordy? What did Angelus do to you?"

"I'm really okay, just a little shaken up, Buffy... Angelus must've
been staking out the library because he knows that we meet here often and
decided to go after me when he saw me leave. He wanted me alive for
obvious -perverse- reasons, so he only roughed me up a bit while trying to
capture me. Luckily, Giles showed up just before he could take me. Thanks
for that, by the way," she added, shooting a grateful smile at the watcher.

"You're quite welcome," Giles said smiling back.

"Good job, Giles," Buffy said, smiling as well, before turning her
attention back to the cheerleader. "But what were you doing at the library
this late?"

"Uh..." Still freaked out from her encounter with the two vampires,
Cordelia's gift of gab had momentarily abandoned her and she looked over at
Giles for help.

Catching the cheerleader's overwhelmed look, the librarian said one of
the first things that came to mind, "Cordelia came by because she had some
questions about vampires."

"You did?" Buffy asked surprised. 'That's strange; Cordy never
displayed the slightest bit of interest in vamps before.'

"Uh, yeah, that's right," Cordelia replied. "Learned a bit more than I
wanted to know, though, when Angelus suddenly showed up."

"But why didn't you just ask *me* what you wanted to know about
vampires?" Buffy asked with a suspicious note in her voice. "I AM after
all the Vampire Slayer."

"Good point," the cheerleader conceded. "I suppose that going to the
Vampire Slayer with questions about vampires would make sense..."

"Yeah, I would think so as well. So why didn't you come to me?"

"Well..." Cordelia began (a quick glance at the Watcher told her that he
didn't know a way out of this awkward conversation either). "I guess I
just always pictured Giles as the go-seeguy for any kind of info about
vampires, demons and anything else supernatural, while your area of
expertise is much more... uh, practical, I guess. Staking 'em and/or
dismembering them kinda stuff."

"Oh," Buffy monosyllabically replied, sounding a bit hurt and
disappointed.

'Damn, now I hurt her feelings,' Cordelia thought regretfully. Not that
long ago, she wouldn't have cared a whole lot about hurting Buffy's
feelings, but now it actually caused her to ache inside. 'What the hell is
happening to me?! Am I actually falling for Buffy Summers? Is this some
kind of weird side effect of that demon slime?' All she knew for certain
right know is that she didn't want Buffy to feel bad.

"That wasn't meant as a putdown," the brunette hurriedly said. "You
know you RULE, right? Hell, you just saved both our lives!"

Buffy gave the cheerleader an amused look. "Thanks," she dryly
responded. "By the way, what was it exactly that you wanted to know about
vampires so badly that you would drive all the way to school on a Friday
night, instead of simply waiting till Monday when you can talk to Giles all
you want during a break or after school?"

'Oh, fuck,' Cordelia thought, cringing inwardly, 'doesn't sound like
she's buying this story. Can't say I blame her 'cause I'd be calling
Bullshit on this, myself.'

Smiling innocently at the blonde, she shrugged. "Nothing specific, I
just figured that with Angelus and his gang of bloodsuckers out to get us,
it might be a good idea to learn more about vampires. Like their origin,
and why it is that Angelus, Spike and Drusilla are so much more dangerous
than most of the other vamps you encounter - that kinda stuff... Just
putting the 'know thy enemy' philosophy into practice."

Still feeling sceptical about Cordelia Chase visiting the library in her
free time for whatever reason, Buffy asked, "And you decided to learn about
this on a Friday night?"

"Well, with my date suddenly getting cancelled, I guess I was kinda
bored."

A guilty expression appeared on the blonde's face as she remembered that
she was the one responsible for Cordelia's cancelled plans. "Hmm, okay...
and did you learn anything from this little visit?"

"Yeah... Vampires suck," the cheerleader deadpanned causing both Buffy
and Giles to laugh.

"Anyhow, I'd like to go home now if you don't mind," Cordelia said while
stifling a fake yawn. The adrenaline rush remaining from her encounter
with the two master vampires had left her feeling anything except tired,
but this seemed like a good excuse to stop playing 20 questions with the
nosy Slayer. "Even without taking Angelus' surprise visit into account
it's been a long day for me."

"Good idea, we could all use some rest," Giles immediately agreed.

Still staring intently at the cheerleader, Buffy nodded. "Okay, I'll
escort Cordy home and make sure there are no other vampires stalking her."

Looking at the two girls gazing at one another, Giles inquired, "Is that
okay with you, Cordelia, or would you like me to accompany you as well?"

Buffy shot her watcher an annoyed look. "I think I can handle this on
my own, Giles. After all, I am the ass-kicker and you are the brains of
our little group, remember?"

"Quite so, but as you might recall I am a pretty capable fighter as
well, Buffy," Giles gently reminded her. "It certainly wouldn't hurt if I
went along."

Cordelia smiled and gave the librarian a hug, which annoyed the jealous
Slayer even more. "Thanks for the offer, Giles, but I think one escort
will suffice."

"Exactly," Buffy said, still sounding a bit peeved.

"Very well then," Giles said, pleasantly surprised by the cheerleader's
much more affable and affectionate attitude. He'd wanted to give Cordelia
the option of not being alone with Buffy since she might not be in the mood
to deal with the blonde's affections after her ordeal with Angelus and
Drusilla, but the brunette didn't seem to mind her classmate's company this
time. 'Or maybe she isn't such a reluctant participant in her carnal
relationship with Buffy as she let me to believe.'

Walking to the parking lot together, the Watcher silently observed his
Slayer fawning over Cordelia as she escorted the blonde to her car; he
realized that the cheerleader hadn't exaggerated when she stated that Buffy
was obsessed with her. Even though the blonde knew he was watching them,
Buffy seemed barely able to restrain herself from groping the brunette as
she whispered something in her ear.

'Make that: unable to restrain herself,' he mentally corrected as he
detected Buffy's left hand sliding all the way down the cheerleader's back
and giving her butt a quick squeeze before moving up again. 'And not to
belittle Buffy's noble reasoning for finally finding the courage to slay
her ex-lover, but I think that Angelus threatening Cordelia's life probably
played a big part in her decision to stake him.'

The two girls got into Cordelia's convertible with the cheerleader
behind the wheel and the Slayer riding shotgun.

"Please call me at home after you've settled in so I'll know everything
is all right," he said as the brunette started the engine and pulled out of
the parking space.

"Will do," Cordelia said and gave him a little wave. "Bye, Giles."

"Bye, Cordelia," the Watcher replied, "Bye, Buffy."

"Bye, bye, Giles," Buffy called out as they drove away.

He stared at the shiny red car till it disappeared from sight, silently
wondering what its two occupants would do all alone in Cordelia's big
house. He blinked as a graphic image of Buffy and Cordelia suddenly
appeared in his mind; the two gorgeous teens were completely naked and
going down on another with great enthusiasm.

'Don't go there, Ripper,' he scolded himself. Climbing into his tiny
Citroën, he turned on the engine and headed for his own home.

*****

Both girls were uncharacteristically quiet during the car ride to Chase
Manor. Even more out of the ordinary was Cordelia's careful driving -- the
cheerleader actually kept to the legal speed limit for a change.

When they arrived, Cordelia put the car away in the garage and then
walked along with Buffy while the blonde did a perimeter check. Once Buffy
made certain that there were no vampires hanging around the house, she
escorted Cordelia to her bedroom.

Standing besides her bed, Cordelia threw back the covers and then turned
to look at the watching blonde. Expecting an order to strip naked, she
felt confused by Buffy's silence. The Slayer just stood there: leaning
against the doorpost, silently watching her... making no move to leave,
but not approaching her either.

But Buffy's behaviour wasn't the only thing confusing her -- her own
feelings were pretty damn confusing as well. She didn't know whether it
was her near death experience or if the blonde had managed to get her
hooked on the amazing sex they're having, but she actually *wanted* Buffy
to strip her naked and give her a good fucking. It's just her luck that
she happens to feel that way the one time Buffy *doesn't* rip her clothes
off and fuck her the moment they are alone.

She fidgeted uneasily while exchanging stares with the overly-silent
Slayer. Needing to break this uncomfortable silence, she said, "Okay, I
get why I'm not feeling very talkative - I almost got killed, which to me
is still kinda new - but what's up with your mute act? You should be
getting used to homicidal maniacs by now."

A small smile appeared on Buffy's lips.

"Sorry I'm not being better company, Cordy... I guess my throat is
still a bit sore from singing the national anthem in gym today, and I might
have catch a cold during my performance on account of me being completely
*naked*."

'Oh, Shit! She already heard about the rumour I spread AND somehow
managed to trace it back to me! How the hell did she do that? Is being
psychic a new power for her?'

Cordelia considered playing dumb. And if that didn't work: flat-out
deny she had anything to do with that crazy rumour. 'Not gonna work...
She already seems to know I'm the one who came up with that little rumour.
And even if she hadn't been sure before then the deer-caughtin-headlights
thing I'm doing right now has probably given me away.'

The cheerleader sighed. 'Face it, Cordy: you're *so* screwed...
again.'

"So..." Cordelia smiled tentatively, "you heard about that."

"Uh-huh."

"Who told you?"

"Harmony -- I questioned her about your whereabouts, and it took her
about 10 seconds to tell me about your latest troublemaking scheme."

"Wow! 10 whole seconds. And to think I always thought she wouldn't
last more than five seconds of coercion before selling me out."

"Yeah, she's a real pal," Buffy said with a whole lot of sarcasm in her
voice. "Just like you, Cordy."

"Look... I'm sorry about spreading that rumour -- that was kinda below
the belt. I guess you going all dominatrix-bitch on me must've affected my
judgment somehow."

Buffy couldn't help smile at that. "You always know *just* the right
thing to say, don't ya, Cordy?"

Cordelia blushed slightly. "Well... it takes practice," she joked.

"So... are you gonna spank me again?" Cordelia questioned worriedly,
and her hands unwittingly reached behind her shielding the tender globes of
her still sore backside.

Buffy smirked while observing the brunette's movements.

"Nah... with the ass & titty whipping I gave you earlier today and
Angelus stalking and almost killing you, I figure you've been through
enough already without me adding more to the mix."

Cordelia's perfect plucked eyebrows rose slightly while listening to the
other girl's words -- that's more kindness than she'd expected.

"Uh... thanks?"

"Oh, there's no need to thank me," Buffy smirked. "I still plan to
punish you... just not right now."

"Ah, I see," Cordy replied, mirroring the Slayer's smirk. 'Figures that
she wouldn't let an opportunity to punish me slip by.' She actually felt
more curious than worried about the promised punishment.

"And have you decided already *how* you're gonna punish me?" she
inquired with a certain amount of morbid curiosity.

Buffy was taken slightly off guard by the brunette's line of
questioning, but felt secretly pleased with Cordy's newfound interest in
the strict -but fair- disciplinary measures she so lovingly provided her
with.

"Well, I haven't made up my mind yet, but I have thought of something
which I think will teach you a valuable lesson in humility."

Though she tried to hide it, the cheerleader was beginning to feel a tad
anxious. "So you're not just gonna give me another spanking or
belt-whipping on my ass or tits?"

"Nope," Buffy replied, smiling wickedly as she picked up on the
brunette's nervousness. "In this case I'd like the punishment to fit the
crime."

"Oh." Cordelia said, taken aback by the blonde's puzzling reply. 'What
the hell does she mean by that? She's not gonna make me sing the anthem
naked in gym, is she? Damnit! Now I AM worried.'

There was another long period of silence between the two girls.

"So, aren't you gonna fuck me?" Cordelia heard herself ask. 'EEK!!' she
mentally screamed half a second later. 'I cannot believe I just said
that!'

"Why, Cordelia," Buffy said, with an exaggerated shocked expression on
her face, "I wouldn't think of taking advantage of you in your present
vulnerable condition."

"Uhm... maybe I wouldn't mind, this time," the cheerleader stammered,
inwardly cringing at how needy she sounded. "It could be... sort of a
reward for saving my life."

"Gee, I don't know, Cordy," the blonde replied, now sounding like some
dopey character from an After School Special. "I'd still feel like I'm
taking advantage."

"So what?!" Cordelia snapped impatiently. "It's not like you haven't
"taken advantage of me" plenty of times before, and you didn't seem the
least bit bothered about it then."

It was then that she noticed the mischievous gleam in Buffy's eyes and
the secretive little smile on her lips.

'Oh, I see... Bitchy wants me to beg for it. So that's how she wants
to play it, is it? Well, I'm sure as hell not going to *beg* her to do
me.'

Shooting an annoyed glare at the smug blonde, she began to think...

Under normal circumstances, if anyone would've rejected such a blatant
sexual invitation from her, she'd tell them to go fuck themselves (not that
any normal person would reject sex with her). But after her little run-in
with leading members of the fang gang, she really didn't want to be alone.
More importantly: she wanted to feel alive -- and what better way to feel
alive than a lengthy session of great, guilt-free sex?

Still, she wasn't about to beg Buffy to fuck her, she had to draw the
line somewhere. So instead she came up with the idea to simply seduce her.
Considering the way Buffy can't keep her hands off of her that should be
easy enough, and this would get her laid without losing face by actually
having to plead for it.

Instantly putting her plan in motion, the annoyed expression disappeared
from the cheerleader's face and was replaced by a sultry look which she
turned full blast on the Slayer before haughtily turning her back to the
blonde.

Acting like she's alone in her room, Cordelia casually started stripping
her clothes off. Her dress went into the dirty clothes hamper (maybe it
was still salvageable), leaving her in stockings, a black lace bra and
matching panties, and her high-heeled Gucci's. Pretending she didn't see
the other girl standing only a couple of feet away, she nearly bumped into
Buffy while taking off her bra, causing her topless breasts to graze
lightly against the blonde's right shoulder.

Walking over to her stereo set, she switched on her CD player. She'd
forgotten which CD she last put in the player, and a small smile crossed
her lips when the haunting theme music of Twin Peaks started playing in the
room.

'Appropriate music for Sunnydale.'

Lightly swaying to the otherworldly sound, she moved to the middle of
the room. Bending over at the waist with her back turned to Buffy,
Cordelia hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her panties and slowly drew
the flimsy fabric down her legs to her ankles. Standing upright, she
gracefully stepped out of them.

Mostly naked, except for her stockings and shoes, the brunette
seductively danced her way over to the bed; knowing how fixated the Slayer
was on her boobs, she made them jiggle and bounce around. Reaching her
destination, she kicked off her shoes and planted one of her feet on the
bed. Stroking her hands down her smooth thighs, she pushed the stocking
down and off, and repeated this with her other leg.

Buffy was unable to suppress a smile as she watched the quasi-casual
striptease Cordy was putting on for her. Not always wanting to be the one
who initiated the sex, she figured that the best way to make Cordy do some
of the work is by using the old "playing hard to get" scheme, which
apparently still works great. The only trouble was the enormous effort it
took her to keep herself from rushing over there and ravishing her sexy
cheerleader. She couldn't resist slipping a hand beneath her skirt and
rubbing her itching pussy while keeping her eyes fixed on Cordelia's little
sex-show. 'Damn, she's one sexy bitch!'

Completely naked now, the cheerleader climbed onto her queen-sized bed
and got on all fours with her bare ass aimed directly at Buffy. While
moving around on the bed like she's looking for something, Cordelia shot a
quick glance across her shoulder to see what the blonde was up to. A
satisfied smile crossed her lip when she saw Buffy staring at her butt with
excited eyes and a hand busy beneath her short skirt.

'Got ya now!'

While teasingly wiggling her butt into the Slayer's direction, Cordelia
moved her legs further apart and arched her back, lewdly flashing her
beaver at her classmate. Less than a second later, she felt two hands
grabbing her bare buttocks and squeezing them.

Shooting another glance across her shoulder confirmed her earlier
prediction: her little
striptease was a big hit with the blonde. The Slayer's previously cool

attitude had been replaced by an urgent expression of lust. In fact,
judging from Buffy's pink ears, glowing cheeks and audible panting, the
blonde was close to creaming her panties.

"Oohh! Mmmmm," she moaned when Buffy slid a hand between her thighs and
started fondling her pussy. "Does this mean you changed your mmMM?" Her
words were muffled by Buffy's mouth pressing against hers and speaking
became even more difficult when a moment later Buffy slipped her the
tongue. Relaxing in the Slayer's strong arms, Cordelia granted Buffy's
tongue access into her mouth and the blonde's fingers entry into her cunt.
They passionately kissed for a minute or so before taking a break to
breath.

Seeing the smug and satisfied expression on the beautiful brunette's
face, Buffy shook her head in amazement. "You're such a bitch," she
smiled.

"Right back at ya," Cordelia grinned.

Smiling at one another, they shared a look of mutual respect. This was
immediately followed by their lips coming together for another passionate
kiss, during which their tongues wrestled for dominance in each other's
mouths.

That pretty much concluded their little struggle in gaining the upper
hand. For the next half hour, both girls poured all their attention and
energy into their frenzied love-making.

Their coupling got so passionate that afterwards Cordelia felt dazed and
overwhelmed. Sure, sex with Buffy is usually pretty intense, but this had
been fucking amazing!

Propping her head up on her left hand, she gazed down at the naked
blonde snuggled besides her, happily playing with her breasts. An
affectionate smile crossed her lips. Leather boy had been right about one
thing: Buffy's *very* fond of her boobs.
Suddenly aware that she's being watched, Buffy glanced up and shot the

cheerleader a smile and a wink before returning her attention to the most
perfect set of tits she'd ever laid eyes on. Being a long-time secret
admirer of Cordelia Chase's luscious breasts, it thrilled her to no end
that she could now play with them whenever she wanted.

Taking both of the May Queen's mammaries into her hands, she reverently
hefted and weighed them, savouring the feel of the firm yet pliant flesh
and silky skin. Then, grabbing a somewhat firmer hold of the cheerleader's
tits, she lifted the hefty milkbags up and pressed them together. This
gave the brunette a cleavage that literally made her salivate with lust.

Buffy stared longingly at the spectacular cleavage she'd created. It's
moments like these that she wished she had a cock so she could experience
the delights of tit-fucking Cordelia Chase. 'Too bad I don't have my new
toy with me...'

Suddenly, the phone on Cordelia's nightstand started to ring, shocking
both teens from their post-sex relaxation. "Who the hell is calling me
this late," the cheerleader muttered to herself as she reached out to pick
it up.

"Hello? ... Oh, hi Giles!" Cordelia said, sounding a lot friendlier
than before. "It's Giles," she - somewhat unnecessarily - informed Buffy
while covering the mouthpiece with her hand. Removing her hand, Cordelia
turned her attention back to the phone conversation. "Yeah, we got home
okay. Sorry I forgot to call you earlier... Buffy and I were... kinda
busy."

'She's got that right!' Buffy thought, smiling wickedly. Reminded of
her steamy sex-session with the cheerleader, she turned her attention back
to Cordelia's big boobs, which she still held in the palms of her hands and
considered to be a lot more fascinating than Cordy's phone conversation
with Giles. She started lightly stroking the tips of her fingers all over
the brunette's large round breasts, occasionally pausing to give them a
little squeeze.

Rubbing her thumbs across the brunette's large nipples, she gradually
teased them to their full half inch erect status. The blonde hungrily
licked her lips while her eyes darted back and forth between the stiff ruby
treasures.

She couldn't help herself; she just *had* to taste them again.

'I think I'm actually addicted to Cordy's tits.'

Snuggling closer against her lover's naked form, Buffy parted her moist
pink lips and hungrily sucked Cordelia's large ruby-red nipple into her
mouth. While her hands stroked and kneaded the brunette's ample
breast-flesh, she rubbed the tip of her tongue back and forth around the
stiff knob in her mouth.

Cordelia, meanwhile, was beginning to sound a bit distracted on the
phone. "Uh, yeah... BBuffy did check around my house for any... Oh! ...
v-vampire activity... What? ... Ohhhh! Uhh, I mean: No, she couldn't
find a s-single vamp. Hmm? No, I'm fine."

Quickly covering the mouthpiece again, Cordelia glared down at Buffy,
ready to chastise the over-sexed Slayer for playing with her tits while
she's one the phone. But when she caught sight of the small blonde nursing
contently on her right boob, her annoyance was swiftly replaced by
amusement. 'I can't believe I'm actually thinking this, but right now
Buffy looks kinda... endearing,' Cordelia considered. 'In fact, with her
blonde hair all tousled, those sparkling green eyes, and that blissful
expression on her face, she looks down right adorable!'

Now that's a feeling she previously never associated with Buffy Summers.
When looking at, or think about Buffy, she's often felt anger, jealousy,
sympathy... sometimes even gratitude and admiration (in small doses, of
course), and lately lust and caring has been added to the mix. But
considering the pesky blonde adorable is definitely new.

That's not the only thing that's different between them, though...

Cordelia thought about the half hour of wild sex they just had. It had
been so... out of control that most of it was a blur. She remembered
pulling Buffy beside her on the bed and practically ripping the blonde's
clothes off after they'd kissed. After feeling up each other's pussy and
tits, Buffy had... sorta mounted her.

A bright blush coloured her cheeks as she recalled the blonde mounting
her kneeling, naked b

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