Something different in Season 4

Note: I apologize that it doesn't really follow from the previous part but Chyoo locks out new threads after 4 have been added.

Buffy awoke with a groan as she felt the chains restrict her movements. She found herself tied to a bed in some warehouse. This was the last thing she needed right now. The call from the hospital that told her Faith had just woken up and disappeared was enough to worry about without some master wannabe **** her.

A chuckle drew her attention to the side. Faith stood and watched as she struggled in the chains.

“When I get out of this I’m going to put you right back in that coma.”

“Sure you will be B. Just remember I knocked you out without you knowing I was there. Anyway that doesn’t matter, let me show you something the Mayor left me.”

Faith pulled out a small red jewel and placed it on Buffy’s forehead. No matter how Buffy shook and twisted though it wouldn’t come off. After a minute of thrashing she calmed and glared at the other Slayer.

“And what is this supposed to do? Be a tacky fashion statement?”

An evil smile crossed Faith’s face. “Nope, that’s crystallized blood of a Quiclar demon. And if this stuff works as advertised it will be wicked. All it needs is a touch of blood and soon I‘ll have you begging for my touch.”

Faith pricked her finger with a pin. She reached out and held Buffy’s head still as she smeared a drop of blood on the jewel. Almost immediately it started to glow and melt into Buffy’s skin.

“Say bye bye B. I hope it hurts like a bitch.” Was all Buffy heard as sharp pains exploded across her mind. She soon blacked out.

A cool cloth woke her as it brushed across her face. When she opened her eyes she found herself on a simple bed inside a warehouse. She was also completely naked.

When she tried to get up a hand stopped her and gently pushed her back down. “Easy, don’t get up just yet. That demon really did a number on you, so just lie there and relax for a bit.”

She looked over and came face to face with a rather large strap-on attached to a creamy set of hips. Her eyes roamed up to a pair of perky breasts and further up to a sultry face framed by brunette hair.

“Wha-What happened?”

“I was just about to slide this bad boy;” the brunette lewdly pointed to the strap-on, “into your hot little ass when some asshole demon broke in and shot you with some funky energy. You screamed, passed out, and I killed him. Don’t you remember?”

She tried to remember but a flash of pain replaced the memory. She tried to remember something else and another flash of pain. In fact anything she tried to remember was met with pain. When she told this to the brunette seemed to hide a smile with a look of concern.

“Don’t worry we’ll find a way to fix this.” The brunette girl said as she sat down beside her. “But first let me tell you the basics: Your name is Buffy, my name is Faith, and you’re my little sex ****.”

When Faith said that something pulsed inside her head. Suddenly she could remember things: An image of herself with her face buried in Faith’s pussy. A vision of her bent over a bed as Faith took a paddle to her ass. Faith, a strap-on, then her pussy and ass being fucked over and over.

“I think I can remember tell me more.”

An evil smile crossed Faith’s face as she reached over and started to play with Buffy‘s breasts. “Tell you what, just lie back and spread your legs. I’ll tell you all about your life while I fuck your brains out.”