Ducks: Queen of Frickin' Everything

I decided to split this story up so that people can read one without being forced to read the others. PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS IS PORN. My purpose was to write the most inappropriate content I could without tripping over my own Squick lines. Any flames or complaints about content will be ignored. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED -- IF ANY OF THE ABOVE SQUICKS YOU, DO NOT CLICK!

TITLE: Forbidden Fruit 5/5
AUTHOR: Ducks, The Anti-Joss
E-MAIL: ducksfanfic@gmail.com
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
DISCLAIMER: Heh. Yeah, not so much. I'm thinking their corporate owners may not appreciate this kind of story involving their characters.
RATING: Oh, WAY NC-17
WARNINGS: Underage sex, incest, gender-bending, strap-ons, f/f slash, graphic language
PAIRING(S): Buffy/Giles, Faith/Dawn, Connor/Darla, Joyce/Oz, Xander/Cordy
TIMELINE: Various. It's not really important, but it's noted at the beginning of each story.
SYNOPSIS: Naughty, inappropriate sex for no particular reason.
WORD COUNT: ~6650 (total)
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask. Chances are good that I'll say yes. :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Five REALLY Naughty Pornlets for BRING BACK THE Pr0N DAY 2007! Just to be clear for anybody who doesn't get the line between fiction and reality, by writing these, I am in no way condoning any of this behavior in real life, nor is it meant to offend those who consider themselves survivors or victims of any of these things in real life. I'm very clear that sexual relationships involving an imbalance of power not agreed upon by two consenting adults is BAD. I am also well aware that being gay, cross-dressing and/or teens safely exploring sex with other teens is NOT bad. This is fiction, okay? The point of these is to be as inappropriate as I can be subject-wise in response to the attack on freedom of expression by the small minds of various corporate entities that shall remain nameless.

Plus, they're challenging, because all are out of my "comfort zone", and nobody seems to write PWP anymore. *pout*
FEEDBACK: That would be awesome, thank you!

All mistakes are mine -- my dirty betas are all gone to Dragon*con! *cries*

"Forbidden Fruit”
by Ducks

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5. Xander/Cordy - BtVS Season 2 (BDSM)

Cordy tightens the strap and gives the dildo jutting out from her groin a good yank just to test how well it will stay when things get going.

Because things are going to get rough, oh yes. She smacks the cat-o-nine tails against her palm and gives Xander a wicked smile.

The skirt barely fits him, but she likes it that way -- she can see the lacy pink thong she bought peaking out from beneath the shiny black pleather, his balls barely contained within. The matching bra is now filled with the falsies she ordered on the internet, complete with hard nipples for her to suck; the blonde wig fastened securely to his hair with pins to make sure it won't fall off when she yanks it. His makeup is perfect this time, the bubblegum lipstick shining with the extra gloss she applied, the heavy kohl eyeliner making his dark eyes look huge, and the mascara making his eyelashes impossibly long and thick.

He is, by far, the hottest thing she's ever seen. Of course, it helps that he's dangling from her basement ceiling by their shiny new manacles.

"Well, well, well, Harris. Aren't you the hot little slut. Look at you, all tarted up like a whore, just for me."

His eyes tick away from hers -- he knows how to play the game. "Yes, Mistress. All for you," he says softly, staring intently at the floor. Cordy's smile quirks a little on one side as she decides what to do next. She marches over to where he's hanging, and brushes the hard rubber cock up against his hip as she leans in to whisper in his ear.

"If you're a very good boy, maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck you up the ass. Would you like that, Harris, you little bitch?"

She watches as his cock bulges against the confining lace of the panties, and he gives an unconscious grunt of pleasure-pain. "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes what?" she hisses.

"Yes, I would like you to fuck me up the ass, Mistress."

"Good boy," she says, and steps away to start slowly circling once more. He looks so weak and helpless, hanging there. He must be in so much pain with his dick just getting harder and harder without being able to break free of its lacy prison. She trails the feathered handle of the cat-o-nine down his chest, over his hard-on, and under to brush against his balls. He whimpers softly, and oh, is it good.

"Mistress..." he moans.

"Did I tell you you could speak, Bitch?" she barks. He shakes his head.

"Just for that, I'm not going to take your panties off while I fuck you. I'm not going to touch your dick. What do you think about that?"

Xander says nothing, but she can hear his breath hitch just a little, then resume in an increasingly frantic pant. He thinks she can't see, but she notices that he's twitching his hips, just a little, probably getting some really uncomfortable friction against his cock and balls from the rough lace, the thong rubbing against the satin skin of his sensitive perineum, and puckered ring of his ass. She closes her eyes as a strong pulse of lust twitches between her legs, and a warm rush of moisture seeps into the leather panties attached to the dong she's wearing.

She takes hold of his shoulder and slides him along the track in the ceiling until Xander is bent over the special padded bench, his ass poking up in the air with nothing covering it but a thin strip of hot pink lace.

"Oh, God," he moans as his cock slides into the groove in the padding made just for that purpose. Cordy knows it takes all his will not to just start humping the thing.

But she also knows he won't be able to hold back for long. She grabs the bottle of Astroglide from the shelf beside the table, and steps between his attractively spread legs. He trembles before her, never quite knowing if she's going to whip him, fuck him, or leave him lying there, helpless, unable to fully get off.

She decides to try something new. She squeezes lube out in her hands and begins rubbing her fingers in gentle, soothing lines up and down his crack, sliding the g-string just enough out of the way so that she has access to his hole. She circles it slowly with a tender fingertip, slicking up the outside of him before slipping a finger inside and fucking him in smooth, long strokes, finger crooked just the way he likes it.

"UGHN!" he grunts into the table, clenching his butt cheeks around her hand and beginning that slow, frustrating slide back and forth on the hard surface beneath him. Cordy pulls out, and slides back in with a second digit, fucking him until his single grunt becomes a quiet litany of them, each laced with a little more pain and frustration as his poor cock continues to be punished. She spreads the fingers, stretching him open a little wider, and slips the ridged handle of the cat-o-nine tails into his ass. Now his chant becomes a cry, and he forces his body forward as far as it can go before ramming it back on the tool once again.

"Do you like that, Xander?" she croons as she fucks him with the handle, loving the way he tries to hump the table, but swing back to make her fuck him harder at the same time.

"God, fuck, yes!" he shouts.

Cordy rips the handle out of him, and waits for him to finish screaming before she says, "God, fuck, yes WHAT?"

He sobs, "God, Mistress, PLEASE!"

"Please what, Whore?" she murmurs, stroking the thick head of the dildo up and down his exposed rear parts. "What is it you're begging for, my sweet little slut?"

"Oh, Mistress, I need it. I need it, please, Mistress. I've been a good boy. I have. I need you inside me."

She presses just the tiniest bit of the head against his hole. "Like this?" she teases.

"No, all of it! I need all of it!"

"Need all of what?"

He moans, low and deep, and she could swear he sounds like he's crying when he says, "Mistress, I need your cock in my ass. I need it so bad."

"That's more like it." She grabs the lube again and re-wets his ass, then slicks up the giant dildo until it's gleaming before she takes hold of his hip with one hand, and the hard dong with the other. "I'm going to fuck you now, Harris. And I don't want you to make a sound until I tell you that you can, do you understand?"

"Yes. Oh, yes, Mistress," he pants, trembling with the effort to keep himself still and wait for her instructions.

Cordy pops the fat head of the dildo into his already stretched hole. His entire body tenses, and she can practically hear him biting right through his lip to keep from making a sound. She smiles as she digs the fingertips of the other hand into his other hip and slowly, painstakingly, stretches Xander's ass to the limit as she shoves herself inside. He's shaking so hard he wouldn't be able to hold himself up if the table wasn't doing it for him, and when Cordy is seated as far into him as she can go, she reaches down to switch on the vibrating attachments -- one situated on her clit, and the other, an egg sunk deep inside her pussy.

As the conductor of this little game, she doesn't have to keep herself from crying out. The sensations rip through her like an electric storm, and she can't hold back as she pulls the dong out and then slams it back into Xander again, over and over again as her orgasm rushes toward its peak. She shouts every time she rams into him, as the motion slides the vibrating parts up and down her clit, in and out of her pussy until she's fucking Xander so brutally he goes completely limp beneath her. But before she can bother to care -- after all, he's never said the safe word, and he's allowed to do that even when she's commanded him to silence -- she comes like a nuclear bomb exploding, screaming at the top of her lungs and reaming her lover like her life depends on it.

It takes Cordy a moment to regain full consciousness, and when she does she very gently slides the dildo out of Xander's poor, violated ass, glad and somewhat surprised to see that there's no blood. He's twitching and trying desperately not to whimper beneath her, so he's obviously not too much the worse for wear. Once she's free, she turns off the vibrator and unlatches the manacles from the ceiling. Xander slowly turns over, and she sees his face is flushed beet red.

He likes the pain so much that sometimes she worries he might not use the safe word even if he really needs it. But then he grins at her, waiting for her command.


She can't help the tenderness that leaks into her voice. "You may speak."

"Mistress, may I make myself come?"

Cordy shakes her head. "No."

The look of pleasure on his face collapses into one closer to horror.

She drops to her knees in front of him, and draws the panties carefully off of his dick, slides them down his long legs and tosses them away. "Why don't you let me make you come?" she offers.

They're going to be way tired and sore at school tomorrow, but it'll be worth it.