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Collecting Her Debt
by Ross Meyer Wood (zeustheking30@gmail.com)
***
Faith takes advantage of her new powers - and someone
else. Takes place before she comes to Sunnydale. (f-
dom/M, nc, v, tv-parody)
***
Archivist's Note: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Faith
Lehane is a Slayer who was activated in late 1998
when Kendra Young died at the hands of Drusilla, and
the last Slayer to be called by the original
succession line before it was abolished in spring
2003.
***
Faith tracked the vamp with the precision of a blood
hound. The bastard had slipped through her fingers
twice too many times, and she was damned if he
thought he was going to get away this night. He had
managed to get out of sight for now, but she could
practically smell the direction he had run in.
Turning a corner, Faith abruptly stopped. Suddenly
her quarry's footsteps in the mud changed direction
and followed two other sets of tracks. Shit. Either
he had met up with some buddies or had found a couple
of live specimens to feed on. Either way, she picked
up an even more urgent pace now.
She finally caught sight of the monster chasing his
prey into a house halfway through the stages of
construction. A woman kept running while her
boyfriend (or brother, or whoever) grabbed a two by
four with both hands and tried to buy her time by
clubbing their undead pursuer on the noggin so hard
the beam broke.
Faith had to admit the guy had balls for doing what
he did, though his tactics made it obvious he didn't
know squat about stopping vamps - hadn't this fool
ever seen horror movies? Sure enough the demon didn't
even notice the hit, flooring the guy with the swing
of one fist and jumping over his prone body to get at
the dame whom he was more interested in sinking his
fangs into.
But while swinging a wooden beam at his attacker
hadn't been enough to stop the vamp, it did slow him
down enough for Faith to clear the distance. The lady
shrieked as the demon grabbed her by the arm and
pulled her toward him. As the fiend was about to
clamp his jaws down on her wrist something with a
sharp point jutted out from his chest. As the stake
withdrew her attacker crumbled to dust and she saw a
young woman who had stood behind him.
"You okay?" Faith asked, stretching her freed hand to
grab the woman's shoulder to steady her.
"I think so," the woman babbled as she finally
composed herself, "Oh god- Franklin!" the woman ran
to the side of the man that had fallen in her
defence.
Fortunately for him, the guy was only unconscious;
when the woman held up his head and cried out to him
he began to rouse. Faith stepped around to get more
of an eyeful of this Franklin. He appeared to be in
his late twenties or perhaps early thirties- and not
bad looking for an 'old man', Faith thought.
"Oh, my head," Franklin finally spoke. As his eyes
opened he saw the woman close to him "Celia? That
thing, where'd it go? What happened?"
"She- She stopped it," Celia turned her head toward
Faith, and Franklin did the same.
"Hey. Name's Faith." She stretched out her arm to
help the guy up.
If Franklin's ego was bruised by a teenaged girl
stopping what he couldn't, he hid it well; rising he
met Faith's gaze and said, "I owe you one."
"Careful saying things like that," Faith laughed,
"Someone might hold you to it." With the immediate
danger gone, she turned and walked off.
The following days grated on Faith. While she
revelled in her newfound strength, especially when
kicking undead ass; she hated knowing her feats went
mostly unnoticed by the world at large, taking down
monsters few believed actually existed.
Worse was the stodgy, uptight shrew who told Faith
the source of this strength- her so-called 'watcher'.
Always with the lectures on using her powers
responsibly, and not for revenge or satisfying 'petty
desires'. Faith chose not to challenge theses tirades
out loud but reasoned inwardly - at least part of her
did- that if she was supposed to be some chosen
protector of humanity, she earned the right to take
what she wanted from that humanity. And she was going
to.
On a Saturday, a few minutes short of sunrise Faith
stood in an alley near the tenement she learned
Franklin and Celia called home. She had fed her
watcher some bull-crap about 'just going to check in
on them' to keep her out of the way, when in fact she
had planned to do something very different.
After a while Celia came out the of the building and
hailed a taxi. When the car had gone from sight Faith
quickly crossed the street and made her way to the
front doors. Scanning the names above the front
buzzers, she identified the one apartment whose
inhabitants went by the first initials F and C; when
some old lady made to leave the building Faith
'politely' stood aside, then ducked in behind her
before the doors could close.
Being in a low-crime part of town, the tenement had
light security at most; no cameras in the lobby,
elevators or halls. At the door to the apartment she
sought Faith looked around to make sure nobody was
there to catch her in the act, then quickly forced
the lock open. Nobody confronted her and she heard
the shower running. A quick tour of the flat revealed
a photo of Franklin and Celia by a nightstand near
the bed, confirming she was in the right place.
Faith deliberately left her stake on that same
nightstand before moving in the direction of the
sounds of the shower. Sure enough, Franklin's back
was to the shower stall door, leaving him oblivious
to her intrusion.
'This is just too damn easy', Faith thought as she
pulled her shirt over her head.
The warm water surging over him, his eyes closed,
Franklin drifted off into dreamland. He soon found
himself imagining, as he had more than a few
instances in the last few days, getting up close with
that girl that had saved Celia, Faith. Realizing this
he suddenly stopped and shook his head, as if trying
to shake her out of his mind.
He had no idea why these thoughts bothered him;
plenty of times in the past he had fantasized about
movie stars or hot models and those had been guilt
free.
Unable to come up with any answers, he started to try
to keep his thoughts on something else, to the point
the didn't even hear the shower door open; however he
did feel a woman's breasts press into his back, a
slender hand grip his shoulder and another reach
around to grab his member.
'Celia,' he assumed, 'Wait- hadn't she told him work
called and said they needed her in today?' He was
about to say something out loud then forgot the
entire world when that hand holding a piece of him
started to pump back and forth.
After a few strokes a voice in the back of Franklin's
head told him something was odd. Celia had wanked him
off in the shower in the past, but now she was
gripping him a lot tighter than before - not to
mention jerking him a lot more roughly than she used
to. He hadn't a clue what brought about this change
but he couldn't argue it worked; when those fingers
finally brought him past the brink he had to reach
out and brace himself against the stall paneling to
stay upright.
"Damn, girl," he moaned, his free hand taking hold of
the one that been stroking him, "You... are a-
animal." He took a couple of ragged breaths, "But I
thought you had to go into work today."
"Your girl's been gone for a while now," he heard
whispered into his ear in a voice that definitely did
not belong to Celia.
Franklin spun around and found himself facing a naked
Faith, whose smile got wider when she saw what she
had been pumping, "What the hell?" he shouted.
"Remember saying you owed me one?" Faith smirked, "I
decided you were right. And I'm here to collect."
"Here to collect?" He couldn't believe what he heard,
'Was this chick crazy?' "You've got to get out of
here."
"That's not what that boner you're sporting there is
saying," Faith pointed at his prick, which had
started to swell again despite Franklin's words of
protest.
"Yeah well, unlike boys your age, I don't always let
my boner speak for me," Franklin pointed to the open
stall door. When Faith did not budge he moved to step
around her.
In less than the blink of an eye Faith had slammed
Franklin against the wall and pinned him with one
arm. He gripped her wrist with both hands and tried
to pry her fingers off his neck to no avail. How
could someone so slender be so strong?
Faith leaned closer, to the point their eyes were
inches away from each other. "In case you didn't
notice," She hissed in a threatening tone, "I am not
somebody you want pissed off with you. I can hurt you
in ways that would make you wish that vamp had killed
both you and your little Celia. You hear me?"
When Franklin meekly nodded, Faith turned on a dime
from threatening to smiling again. Turning off the
water with her free hand, she giggled, "Let's take
this back to your room, why don't we?" She lifted
him- again with just one arm- a few inches off the
floor and carried him that way to his and Celia's
bed.
As he was thrown onto the mattress, still soaked from
the shower, Franklin's head turned and he saw, on the
nightstand, the sharp stake he had seen Faith holding
that night a week ago, the stake Celia later told him
Faith had used to kill their attacker. When he looked
in Faith's eyes she already seemed to know the
question he had in his mind.
"That?" She said coyly, "I figured if you're really
dead set on not giving me a ride, we could use it to
try something else, know what I mean?"
Franklin's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe he was
hearing this from the same person he had thanked for
saving Celia's life.
Faith's hands brought Franklin's body back to arousal
with surprisingly little effort. Though he didn't
offer much in the way of resistance, he told himself
he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of enjoying
what she did to him either; at least until she
finally took him inside and he moaned in spite of
himself.
Faith murmured in his ear, "There see, this ain't so
bad now is it?"
Faith arched her back, grabbed Franklin's wrists and
pulled his hands to her breasts. Reflexively he
started caressing them, squeezing, circling her
nipples with his thumbs. Tricks that had pleased
girls in the past, apparently Faith too.
"Oh fuck!" Faith exclaimed, she looked deep in his
eyes again, "That girl's trained you real good. Maybe
I should drag you back home and keep you there."
Franklin briefly considered reaching for the stake
himself.
She began bucking harder against him, closed her eyes
and kept them closed, practically screaming out the
word fuck every couple breaths. It dawned on Franklin
that Faith was nearing climax- and so was he!
'Is she on the pill?' he thought, 'What if I get her
pregnant? No way a kid who calls this psycho mom
could turn out well!'
Realizing he was going to ejaculate any second
Franklin started to plead for Faith to pull out
before he shot his load; as if to remind him she was
the one calling the shots she instead thrust down on
him harder than ever, and didn't move an inch until
she felt her body squeezing every last drop out of
him, his orgasm followed by a few of her own.
A short time later, Faith picked her clothes off the
bathroom floor and started to dress; as she was
putting her top back on she walked back into the
bedroom. Franklin sat on the bedside, still naked,
refusing to look at her.
Picking up the stake she left on the nightstand she
paused to regard the picture of Franklin and Celia,
"You two actually make a cute couple. 'Be a shame to
ruin that by telling her about this little visit - or
any others I might make."
"Psycho bitch." The moment Franklin realized he
blurted those words out loud he thought he was a dead
man.
Faith grinned, "Didn't anybody tell you what bitch
stands for?" She leaned closer to his face, "Being-
In- Total- Control- Honey." A peck on his cheek and
she waltzed out of the apartment.
Franklin had dressed and done what he could to clean
up evidence of what had occurred by the time Celia
had returned; when she came inside she was worried,
"Is everything alright? What happened to the front
door?"
Franklin considered telling the truth- that someone
Celia had come to see as some rescuing angel had
busted her way in, and threatened to stick a sharp
stake up his ass if he didn't fuck her in their bed.
Would she believe him? Would she insist he go to the
cops? 'They'd have a laugh at the whole story,' he
thought as he finally answered, "Somehow I locked
myself out of the apartment. The super was sleeping
off another one of his hangovers, so I had to force
the door open."
Celia gave him an odd look, but chose not to press
him further on the story. As she took off her coat
she asked, "You haven't heard at all from that girl-
Faith was her name?"
"Not since she killed that thing that came after us,"
He lied; "While you're here, I wanted to talk about
me taking that job out of town- I really think it'd
be a good idea, go someplace where hopefully freaks
like that are less likely to pop up..."
Franklin had no way of knowing in the next few days
Faith would leave for a far off burg called
Sunnydale, or that events from there on would reduce
the two to a footnote in her memory. Faith however,
was not so quickly forgotten; she came back to him
every night in his dreams, not all of them
nightmares...
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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