Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 5

She wore a black leather jacket around her waist, with the bulk of it in front, rather than behind, so that it resembled an apron. This was a style of dress, Giles thought, that was decidedly odd, even by Buffy's standards.

Behind her, a handsome young man ran toward them, and behind him, always the straggler, Dawn brought up the rear.

"What are you doing here?" the Slayer asked.

"Faith sent me," he said.

"If it's about Cincinnati," Buffy began, "I-"

Giles nodded. "It is."

"Well, that's just too bad. I have no inten-"

"It's an apocalypse."

Buffy frowned, rolling her eyes. "Another one?"

Nathan had arrived, and he said, "What's an apocalypse?"

"You don't want to know," Buffy and Giles answered in unison.

"Giles?" Dawn said, as she joined the others. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to get you-or, more precisely, to get Buffy. To take her-both of you-back with me, to Cincinnati."

"Cincinnati? You mean the city in Ohio?" Nathan asked, looking from Giles to Buffy.

"That's the one," Buffy agreed.

"Wait just a minute," Nathan said. "I mean, we have something going here, together, and-"

"Drat! I wanted to see Toon Town," Dawn lamented, "where the sidewalks talk to you."

Faith had fucked Xander fast and furiously, more raping him than making love to him. Astraddle his thighs, she'd pounded his erect member with her gushing cunt, savagely riding him. The faster she'd driven her pussy down upon his stiff, standing cock, the faster she wanted-the faster she needed-to thrust her sex onto and against and around his prick, and the harder she drove her juicy gash-someone had called it, grossly but appropriately, "the wound that never heals"-the harder she needed to do so. Before long, she was a frenzied, punishing attacker, assaulting Xander with not only her voracious cunt but with her entire body, mind, and soul as well. She'd raped the poor bastard as much as if she'd held a knife to his throat and forced herself upon him.