Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Faith Lehane was quickly running out of places in Sunnydale which was safe. No, that was a lie, no where was safe. Everything in this town reminded her of Buffy Summers, and thinking about that blonde bitch made her think of being B's Butt Bitch.
In her shitty motel she remembered losing her anal cherry, and frantically dildoing her ass, both because Buffy told her too, and because she just desperately needed to get herself off anally. In the cemetery she remembered being bent over a tombstone and brutally spanked before her second butt fucking. And at the Bronze she remembered sodomising herself with a beer bottle, which of course made her think of doing that every time she went to a bar.
They were her favourite places in town, but she had to try and avoid them because they were where her submissive memories were most vivid, but they were also vivid just walking the streets. Because again, everything reminded her of Buffy, meaning in her head it was all Buffy butt banging her, all the time. And the worst part?
She craved it. Oh God, Faith had always been relentlessly horny, but now it was working against her, as she couldn't stop thinking about doing something no top should even consider. The only thing that made her feel better now was killing things, so she went to every cemetery in Sunnydale, except the one in which she had been anally defiled, and took her frustrations out on the vampires, the Demons and the forces of darkness, patrolling that entire day before finally having to return to her motel.
Her exhaustion turned to fear when she opened the door of her motel to find a half-dozen candles lit around her bed and a smiling Buffy on top of it, "Hey F."
"Hey B." Faith returned the greeting, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to make a run for it, but she couldn't take any more hits to her ego, so she slammed the door behind her while snapping, "What the fuck do you think you're doing here B? Huh? You think you're going to ass fuck me again? Is that it! Well, you can forget it. I ain't no butt bitch, especially not yours. So go ahead and show your little friends those pictures if you want, because I don't care anymore. But if you do, I'll skip town, and you'll never see me again."
"Sounds like you care." Buffy quipped, before quickly adding, "But it's okay. I come in peace."
"You do?" Faith raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah..." Buffy put her hand through her hair, and blushed, "Look, I... I really thought about the way I've been treating you lately, and I'm so sorry. I got carried away, but that's no excuse. Which is why I promise, from now on, I won't ass fuck you unless you ask me too."
Faith blushed at the thought, and insisted, "That will never happen."
Buffy shrugged, and then just continued, "I also wanted to make it up to you by giving you a massage."
Faith scoffed, and stepped menacingly forward, "Why don't you make it up to me by eating my cunt?"
"Later, maybe. But first, foreplay." Buffy insisted, before pointing out, "Come on Faith, more than anyone else ever could, I know how much Slaying takes it out of you, and how afterwards you just want a nice hot bath. Or maybe someone to rub your feet. Or better yet, your entire body. Doesn't that sound good to you? Don't you want me to rub your aching muscles, before I lick your pussy?"
This was a trap, and Faith knew it, but it sounded so good that she just couldn't stop herself from grumbling, "Okay."
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It had taken every ounce of her willpower to yell at Buffy the words she had been practising over and over again, instead of bending over, spreading her cheeks and begging for a butt fucking. Which made Faith really proud of herself, and figured she deserved a reward. So a few minutes later they were both naked, Faith lying down flat on her stomach while Buffy sat on her thighs and started rubbing massage oil into her aching back.
Which gave her the most wonderful flashbacks. Oh yes, not that long ago it had been the other way around, Buffy of course in her underwear, blushing the whole time as she let Faith seduce her with like the oldest trick in the book. After that they had been giving each other massages all the time, so this wasn't a big deal.
For a few precious moments it felt like things were back to normal. Like they were minutes away from 69'ing, constantly flipping each other over as they fought to be on top. Maybe Faith could even take B's butt cherry, and they could put all this nonsense behind them.
Oh yes, Faith thought that and more throughout the long, wonderful minutes that Buffy massaged her aching back, before she realised she had fallen for her own trick, the oldest trick in the book, as ultimately those hands went south. Which before was no big deal, and something they did all the time, but now Buffy touching her butt bought back different memories, and this act alone robbed Faith of her renewed confidence and turned her into a whimpering butt bitch again.
Buffy's hands had been aching to touch Faith's butt throughout the little massage, and she too let out a little whimper of joy when her hands finally slid over those well-rounded globes. God, it truly was a travesty that she hadn't taken this butt as soon as Faith showed up, and when she finally took it she felt an ounce of shame about it.
Willow was so right, Faith was nothing but a walking fuck hole, who desperately needed to be put in her place. And Willow was going to help her do it. Oh yes, Buffy thought smiling gratefully at Willow for giving her this idea. An idea which should have been so obvious, and yet somehow her best friend needed to pointed out. Oh well, the important thing was that she had her butt bitch right where she wanted her, the self-proclaimed top of course doing nothing to stop her like the total bottom she truly was.
