Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 5

From the first day they'd met, Faith had demonstrated her belief in her superiority as a feminine version of Nietzsche's superman, and, although she'd softened a little, it was very little. Without someone like Buffy or Willow to keep her in check, she could be very dangerous, even without an artificial cock strapped to her groin. With one, she could easily be lethal. Under the circumstances, he told himself, he'd do well to keep his mouth shut.

The wobbly cock, jutting from her groin like a pole, felt heavy and awkward, Faith thought. It also felt sexy as hell. It gave her the power of the phallus, heightening her sexuality. Although she retained her femininity, it also made her feel the way she imagined men-real men, not pussyboys like Xander-must feel when they fucked a girl. This was how the vampires Angel and Spike-and even the soldier boy, Riley Finn-must have felt when they'd fucked Buffy.

The sense of strength and power were exhilarating, as was the thought that Xander, a male, if not a man, was nothing more to her than an orifice to be penetrated, a core to be invaded, occupied, and reamed. In butt-fucking him, Faith wouldn't be taking his manhood. Anya had done that long ago or, perhaps, another guy had stripped him of his virginity even before the vengeance demon had strapped on her first dildo. However, Faith could and would reinforce Xander's awareness of his submissiveness and his inferiority. At the same time, she'd assert her own dominance and superiority. In making him her slave, she'd become his mistress. Already, before she'd done anything more than lather his anus with lubricant, she'd reduced him to tears. Before she was done plunging her phallus into his rectum, she'd have mortified and humiliated him to such an extent that he'd never recover-or forget.

Faith crouched above and behind Xander, the heavy dildo pointed between his parted buttocks. She gave her hips a slight, experimental thrust, and the artificial erection slid away from its target, his anus, and slid up, along the cleavage of his ass. She drew her hips back again, repositioned the end of the phallus against Xander's asshole, and paused.