Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 5

Kennedy dropped the attack posture.

"I'm pretty sure, anyway," Willow told her.

"Willow!" Kennedy chided the witch.

The witch laughed. "Okay, okay, I'm totally sure."

"The call was forwarded to Eagle Eye from L. A.," Michelle informed the group. "From Anaheim, to be more exact."

Willow frowned. "I thought he was in Cincinnati, with Faith and Xander." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Don't tell me he's traipsing around Disneyland or something, shirking his duties," she joked.

"Ohmygod!" Kennedy cried, wide eyed.

The others turned to her.

"What" Willow demanded.

"In the old days of sexism and misogyny and patriarchy, women were regarded as field to be planted."

"Just make it quick, okay?" Xander pleaded.

Faith smacked him hard across the ass. "Quiet!" she commanded.

"Ouch!" Xander blubbered through his tears.

The pink glans of the purple latex dildo was poised at the portal to Xander's bowels, and she concentrated, wanting to insert the bulbous tip into his well-lubricated asshole without using her hands.

The artificial penis wavered a bit, and she paused.

"Can't we get this over with?" Xander wailed.

Faith smacked his ass harder, swatting him four times in rapid succession, reddening his buttocks. "I said shut up!" she ordered. "One more word, and I won't only fuck you twice as long, but I'll fuck you twice as hard as well."

Xander had never felt as humiliated as he felt now, on his elbows and knees, legs wide spread, his raised buttocks parted, utterly at the mercy of someone else, and a woman hardly out of her teens at that, about to be taken up the ass with a fake dick that was almost as long and thick as his forearm-and by someone, her age and sex notwithstanding, who possessed superhuman strength and endurance, minimal sympathy and compassion, and only the merest shred of a conscience.