Story: Buffy's Bitch (chapter 9)

Authors: Oric13

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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."

......

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