Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 5

"I'm glad you didn't drift off on me," Faith told him. "I have a little something in store for you." She flicked the nine-inch dildo, and it bobbed in place. "Actually, I have quite a lot in store for you."

"No way!" Xander protested. "You're not sticking that monster up my ass!"

Faith smiled at his bravado. Most men felt that they had to at least pretend to resist. With a few soft words, they could easily be talked into trying anal sex. Most of them, of course, had already been on the giving and the receiving end of a cock, orally, anally, or otherwise, but their misguided machismo prevented them from acknowledging the truth of the matter. Most of them, including Xander, it appeared, had to pretend they were too manly to submit to a cock up their asses.

"Have you forgotten who I am?" Faith asked. "What I am?"

"You're a Slayer. Big deal. You're still not sticking that-"

"And what are you?" she challenged him.

"You know who I am."

Her smile broadened. "Not who you are. What you are."

"I'm a man."

"Are you?"

"You're damned right I am."

"Today," Faith told him, "you're going to be my bitch."

"In your dreams."

Faith held his gaze with hers. "The same way you were Anya's bitch all those times."

Xander's face exhibited an array of changing expressions, mirroring his confusion, horror, humiliation, anxiety, and dread.

"That's right," Faith informed him, "big mouth Anya told us everything."

"Us?"

She grinned even more widely. "Buffy, Willow, even Dawn."

Xander's lower jaw dropped. "Dawn?"

"We all know you've had a strap-on up your ass," she assured him. "We all know that Anya played the man as often as she let you be the dominant partner. Even Dawn knows, so spare us both a lot of unnecessary drama and denial, okay? Don't act like you don't know what to do; just do it."