Fic: Triune (19/?) B/W/T NC-17

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Triune

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5

Pairing: Buffy/Willow/Tara (Some of the other Scoobies might get a
little some-some as well)

Summary: Ends the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The new
Triad deals with an angry Hellgod and new relationships are on the
horizon

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and whips. I love
Sex! If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.
(Part 19 is a little NC17]

Disclaimer: If I owned ?em, they?d have to show it on the Ecstasy
Network.

========== BtVS ==========

Part 19

========== BtVS ==========

She woke up screaming. Not a terribly unusual occurrence,
unfortunately. Common enough that the guards didn?t bother anything
more than a half-assed glance in that direction, and a muttered, ?damn
freak!?

Cell neighbors yelled for her to shut up at various volumes, and in
various languages- and the irony struck her- as it did every time- that
they made far more noise in their response than she ever did in the
first place.

An observer might be surprised that her cellmate?s only response was a
muted grumble and then rolling over and trying to get back to sleep.
The first time it had happened, she?d kicked the mattress from below and
gotten up to give the little white girl a piece of her mind. Her wrist
still ached when the weather changed from where they had to pin the
bone-fragments back together.

What had scared her even more was, when they?d let Faith out of solitary
two weeks later, the way she?d offered an embarrassed apology, like it
had been a casual mistake? That assured Faith the quietest, most sedate
cellmate in the whole pod- probably the whole damn prison.

As Faith?s breathing evened out, and she realized where she was, she
felt relieved for a moment- just another damn nightmare. Another moment
and her relief turned to quiet sobs as she shook off the nightmare, and
returned to a hellish reality. A minute later and she angrily forced
the tears away, refusing to give in- again- to the misery of this
fricken place. She?d indulged enough last night; if she allowed herself
to wallow in self pity for two or more days in a row, she spiraled out
of control and usually ended up having to sit in the prison shrink?s
office and listen to that bitch lecture about self-actualization and
crap like that for hours on end.

?Damn if that wasn?t a freaky dream!? she thought, remembering clearly
the sights and sounds of her nightmare. Usually her nightmares were
either reliving stuff she did while working for the wannabe-demon Mayor
of SunnyD, or accidentally killing Allan Finch, the deputy mayor- which
had led to her spiral into evil in the first place, or? worst of all;
her fight with Buffy- the look of horror and betrayal on the blonde?s
face as she realized what Faith had made her do? the dawning betrayal
Faith felt in her gut- along with the kiss of the razor sharp steel-
when she realized the Mayor had set her up for this? that one was the
worst dream. She felt so stupid when she realized only in the end that
Wilkins had left her alone and unprotected, knowing Buffy would come for
her? knowing the poison he?d given her to use on Angel had a cure- the
blood of a Slayer. All of it carefully choreographed to result in a
situation where Buffy would both want, and need to kill Faith.

But this dream was entirely new. She was in some big, swanky, living
room, and she was fighting this other girl that was dressed and made up
like a hooker, and there were all these creepy, thin-haired, big headed,
scabby looking demons running around. Freaky enough, but the worst part
was, she couldn?t move- that is, her body was moving; kicking, punching,
jumping around- but she wasn?t controlling it. It was like someone else
was driving, and she was just along for the ride. And that scared the
crap out of her- the thought of losing control was one of her worst
fears, and this was more than just losing it- freaking out and doing
stuff she would regret later, this was the literal, real thing.

Faith shivered involuntarily and tried to put the images out of her
head. Unfortunately, there wasn?t anything else on which to focus her
attention. She wanted to go splash cold water on her face, but that
would mean looking in the mirror. She could never keep her eyes on the
sink, they always slipped up to see her reflection? and usually that was
a bad thing.

After a minute of looking longingly at the sink and the cool water she
knew was just waiting for her there, she whispered, ?Screw it!? and
angrily jumped down off of the bunk. Her teeth were clenched, as were
her fists. It was like she was tensed for a fight. She deliberately
looked in the mirror, first thing- as though to prove to herself that
she was strong, she wasn?t afraid.

As always, as soon as she caught sight of her own eyes in the mirror,
she stopped- frozen. Those eyes always looked back at her with such
sorrow and hurt and a sense of betrayal that made sick to her stomach.
Faith reacted as though the reflection was a completely different
person- not her own reflection at all. After a minute of staring, she
whispered tightly, ?I am not evil!?

As usual, the girl in the mirror looked unconvinced.

========== BtVS ==========

?So, Which way do I go, oh navigator?? Xander asked as they pulled away
from the curb.  

?Well, the printout says we need to get to the 110, and then go south to
the 10,? Tara answered, reading the driving directions that Willow
pulled off of Mapquest.com.

?Ok, so you want to stop and get some drive-thru before we hit the
highway?? Xander asked, as his belly grumbled.

?Cordy didn?t feed you this morning?? Tara asked with a grin.

?Oh, she made breakfast, but that was, like, two hours ago!? Xander
said. He blushed as he remembered what she?d had for breakfast.

Tara caught the blush and imagined what might have happened this morning
to help Xander work up an appetite. She was happy for him, and he
seemed much more relaxed today than he had for the last few. ?Ah, the
joys of regular sex,? she thought- amused by it because she?d never
known what she was missing before she and Willow had taken their
relationship to the physical level. She imagined Xander was
discovering- much to his displeasure- the withdrawal symptoms of going
cold-turkey. She teased him, ?Worked up quite an appetite, huh??

Xander blushed a little, but teased right back, ?Look who?s talking! I
bet your arm is tired after swinging that paddle.?

Tara blushed hotly at that. It wasn?t like she thought they wouldn?t
know or anything, but still; the Mistress Tara persona she was living
lately hadn?t entirely wiped out her core of shyness.

Xander noticed the blush and duck, and it reminded him of the ?old Tara?
as he thought of her. He said, ?Sorry, didn?t mean to embarrass you,
but you went pretty public with the whole Dom/sub thing there.

Tara forced her head back up, though she couldn?t make the blush go away
so easily. ?Uh, it wasn?t really planned??

?Hey,? Xander reassured her, ?Nobody has to explain ?Angel Issues? to
me.?

?Angel issues?? Tara asked.

?Yeah, you know. Back in the day when I? y?know had? feelings for
Buffy?? Xander suddenly wished he hadn?t brought up the subject. ?Well,
it was pretty easy not to like Angel just for that. Plus, I always
thought he was bad for her, not just cause I was jealous.? Xander
pulled off the road and into a jack-in-the-box, hoping Tara would drop
the subject.

Tara got a wry grin on her face. ?Back in the day, huh??

Ignoring the question, Xander said, ?What do you want?? indicating the
menu.

?Whatever, breakfast sandwich and an orange juice is fine? You sure you
aren?t still lusting after Buffy?? she asked, not dropping the subject.

?I? uh?? Xander sputtered. He pulled up to the order window and slowly
placed his order, hoping to delay this conversation.

As soon as Xander had finished placing his order, Tara continued,
enjoying herself greatly. ?I?ve seen you look at her, Xander. You sure
there?s nothing there? What about Willow??

?Uh? Willow?? Xander stuttered, afraid at this point to even make eye
contact with the witch.

?Oh yeah, she told me how she got you all worked up the other night at
the Bronze?? Tara continued.

Xander gulped loudly, visions of being dropped on his head coming to
mind. ?Well, you?re all pretty lust-worthy,? he said, quickly adding,
?But, there?s no pining away, or anything like that going on. And, even
if there was, there wouldn?t be after seeing you bitch-slap Angel this
morning? which, I have to say, was pretty sweet!?

Tara took pity on the poor boy, and dropped the subject. For now.
?Yeah, well. I think he learned his lesson.?

Nothing more was said as they got their food and got back on the road.

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy was already trying to figure out how she was going to pay her mom
back for some of this stuff. She had her credit card that was supposed
to be for emergencies? how do you explain to your mother that $175
leather pants *were* an emergency? ?I can see it now? ?No, mom, they
weren?t for me? I just saw how sexy Willow?s butt looked in them, andI
couldn?t say no!? Yeah that?d go over well!? she thought.

God almighty, they did make her butt look amazing though, Buffy thought.

Willow looked over her shoulder in the mirror at her Mistress, having
twice now asked how these looked, and gotten no response. A sly smile
played across her face when she saw the slightly glazed look on the
blonde?s face. She got an idea and said, ?Oh, lemme try this with it,
and dashed back into the dressing room and shucked her t-shirt and bra
and slipped on a satin crop top with spaghetti straps. It was blood
red, and was just long enough that she could raise her arms above her
head without exposing herself, but stopped several inches above the
low-rise black leather pants. The thin calfskin of the pants hugged her
ass and thighs like a glove, before dropping into a slightly flared
cuff. Not bell bottoms, but still kinda retro. She could get some
strappy black shoes with chunky heels and light up the Bronze.

Buffy?s mouth went dry when Willow came back out with that little red
top on, still sporting the ass-enhancing leather pants. ?Oh God!? she
thought as she noticed Willow?s nipples poking through the thin top.

Willow did a little spin in front of her Mistress and asked, ?What about
this outfit?? She turned her back to the lightly panting blond and
began to dance seductively, swaying her hips and gradually lowering
herself into a crouch. ?It would be great for a night at the Bronze!?
she offered, keeping her voice light, as though she had no idea what
effect she was having on her lover.

Buffy watched as the leather pulled taught across her pet?s backside
when she lowered herself. As the material pulled down, she could see
the waistband of Willow?s thong peeking out. ?Who do you think you?re
fooling pet?? she thought at Willow?s ?innocent? tone. ?Come here pet,?
she croaked out. She had to clear her throat and lick her lips to get
some moisture back before continuing. ?Over my lap??

?Yes Mistress,? Willow whispered with a shiver. She laid over Buffy?s
lap, drawing her legs up so that the pants were tight across her bum,
relishing what was about to happen, and blissfully unconcerned if there
was anyone around.

Buffy was a little less blasé about witnesses, but it was midmorning on
a weekday, and they had the store nearly to themselves. They were in
the fitting area, and no one else was immediately about. Buffy stroked
her pet?s ass, loving the feel of the soft leather. She reigned down
two quick blows, one on each cheek, amazed at how similar the sound was
to spanking bare skin. ?That?s for teasing me so blatantly, pet,? Buffy
said sternly, having to work at keeping the lust out of her voice.
?And, there?ll be more where that came from when we get back to the
hotel!?

After being released from Buffy?s lap, Willow dropped to her knees
before her Mistress, and said, ?I apologize, Mistress. Would you allow
your pet to make it up to you, Mistress?? she didn?t even bother trying
to hide the seductive tone in her voice this time.

Three stores, three outfits, three spankings. Buffy hadn?t given in to
her pet?s attempts at seduction in the first two, but her resolve had
weakened as they went.

In the first store, it was a simple outfit- tight blue jeans that went
to just below Willow?s navel, along with a red, short sleeved top that
hugged her upper body snuggly, had a wide scoop neck and the hem stopped
just above her navel. Along with the water-bra they?d picked out, it
made her pet look very appealing, yet wouldn?t have been inappropriate
in any casual setting. Nevertheless, the sight of enhanced cleavage,
along with her adorable little bellybutton peaking out was very
arousing. Especially when Willow had begun caressing her breasts,
commenting on how wonderful the bra fit her, and how amazingly realistic
it felt. She invited her Mistress to feel it- ?just to see how real it
felt.? That had resulted in the first couple of swats for being a
tease.

The second store netted an outfit that was a little more dressy, and yet
Willow had managed to turn it into another temptation. Red skirt that
went to mid thigh- not quite a mini, but close- and a black turtleneck
that was very stretchy and clingy. Something that could be worn to a
more upscale setting, though not overly dressy; but what made it ultra
sexy was the boots. Knee-high, black leather, with four inch stiletto
heels. Willow would walk towards and then away from her Mistress, her
hips swaying widely as she said, ?These make me walk funny. Mistress,
does it seem like these make my hips swing a lot when I walk?? Then she
bent over and ran her hands up and down the leather encasing her calves,
saying, ?Do they make my legs look alright?? inviting her Mistress to
look up the length of her thighs, up to where the skirt pulled up
nearly, but just shy of her sweet little fanny. Of course, that made
Buffy flip the skirt up over her pet?s back and issue a couple more
swats and again admonish her to behave. When they?d walked out of the
dressing room, the male salesman was clearly sporting wood under his
loose trousers. Buffy?d blushed, Willow just giggled.

And now, here she was, sitting in a fitting room with her gorgeous, sexy
pet kneeling before her and asking to make amends. Her first thought
was, ?I am so gonna whip your ass,? but when her second thought filtered
through, she knew she was lost. ?Oh my God! I can?t believe I?m about
to have sex in a dressing room!?

Willow knew from her Mistress? hesitation that she was gonna get to do
what she?d been wanting to do since their first dressing room of the
day. She carefully schooled her features so as not to break into a huge
grin. She knew she was gonna *so* get spanked for being such a tease
when they got back to the Hyperion, but she thought it was well worth
it. ?Please, Mistress?? she asked in her best pouty voice as she put
her hand on Mistress? knees. When no command to stop was forthcoming,
those hands slid up silky thighs and under her Mistress skirt.

Buffy stifled a groan and said, ?Oh, very well, pet,? not fooling
anyone. At this point, if Willow had backed off, Buffy would have had a
fist full of red hair and been pushing her pet?s head right were it was
going of it?s own volition right now. 

Buffy thrashed her head about, biting her hand to try and keep quiet,
with not the best success, as her pet laved her pussy like a cat
cleaning it?s paws.  

Willow smiled against her Mistress? pussy as she heard the aborted cries
and muffled groans. She rapidly pumped three fingers inside her lover
while sucking and licking her engorged clit.

Buffy came with a high-pitched, muted squeal, her thighs vibrating and
squeezing her pet?s head. When she finally relaxed, she reached under
her skirt, pulled her pet out by her hair and kissed her mightily. She
quickly cleaned off her pet?s lips and chin, and then grabbed her wrist
and brought the sticky fingers up to her mouth to clean them off as
well. ?That outfit?s a keeper,? she said at last, once she found her
voice again.

========== BtVS ==========

The security officer looked up from the console to his store manager.
?I- I? W- what the hell do we do about that?? he asked, bewildered and
painfully aroused by what he?d just seen in the fitting room camera.  

?You say the blonde was *spanking* the redhead when you called me?? The
store manager asked as he reached over to the VCR and popped out the
tape.

?Had her over her knee and everything!? the security officer said, his
voice cracking.

?I?ll handle it,? the manager said shortly. ?Just leave it to me,? he
added as he turned and walked out of the surveillance room.

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy laid the outfit on the counter to make the purchase, when a short,
overweight man came from the back room and excused the register clerk.

Buffy frowned and looked at the man?s name tag, noting the ?store
manager? title. ?Is something wrong?? she asked.

The man smiled warmly at her, saying, ?No, no. Not at all, Ms?? He
paused to look at the credit card Buffy had presented along with the
outfit, ??Summers.?

He finished ringing up the sale, put the clothes and receipt in the bag
and handed it to Willow, who had stepped up to prevent her Mistress from
having to carry anything.

The store manager then handed Buffy a slip of paper and said, ?That is a
50% off coupon, good on your next visit, Ms. Summers. You and your
girlfriend please feel free to come again very soon, Ok??

Buffy offered a bemused ?Thank you? and walked away holding Willow?s
hand.

The store manager overheard the redhead ask, ?How did he know I was your
girlfriend?? as the two walked away. He chuckled and went back into his
office, taking the video tape and putting it into his briefcase. 

========== BtVS ==========

?So? Cordelia, huh?? Tara said after she and Xander had finished their
breakfast. There was just something in her that couldn?t stop teasing
him this morning, she thought as she saw him blush.

?I? uh?? Xander sputtered.

?What?s she like?? Tara asked.

?What!?? Xander exclaimed, shocked.

Tara smiled, knowing he?d react like that. ?Well, I?ve never met her-
just heard lots and lots of stories from Willow and Buffy? Willow
mostly.?

?Oh! I, uh? I thought you, um? I mean?? he was embarrassed now that
he?d so misinterpreted what she was asking. ?This is still Tara we?re
talking about,? he thought. ?She wouldn?t??

?You thought I was asking about how good she is in bed?? Tara said with
a grin.

Xander blushed even harder as he tried to figure out what the hell to
say to that. ?NO, I? well??

Tara said, ?I?ll have to admit, I?m curious about that, too? you had a
pretty huge grin on your face this morning. So did she, so you must
have done ok.? Tara had to struggle not to laugh. ?Eyes on the road,
Xander!? she said as he turned to her with a wide-eyed stare. ?You
wouldn?t want to wreck Giles car! I don?t think he?d ever forgive you.?

Xander thought his head was going to spin right off of his shoulders.

Finally the look on his face was too much, and Tara burst out laughing.
?Oh Xander! You should see the look on your face!?

Xander shook his head, well and truly gotten. ?What is it with the
three of you lately? You all seem determined to drive me insane!? he
lamented.

Tara said, ?Well, it?s just so much fun!? as she continued to laugh.
Seeing his little-boy pout, she said, ?Come on, you?re the only guy in
our little group. We have to pick on you.?

?What about Giles?? Xander asked.

?I don?t think I could ask Giles about his sex-life. He might explode,?
she said while thinking that he might actually have a sex life now.

?He?d have to have one first,? Xander quipped, unaware of Tara?s line of
thought.

Tara smiled at him knowingly, but changed the subject before he could
ask her about it. ?So, are you and Cordelia thinking about getting
together??

Xander?s smile was warm, with just a touch of sadness. ?No, I think
we?re just gonna stay friends- hopefully better friends than we have
been recently? or pretty much ever actually.?

Noting his smile, Tara asked, ?Are you sad about that??

?About us not getting together? No, not really. We have different
lives. I just get that little ?what if? bug now and then.? He mused
silently for a moment before continuing. ?I don?t think either of us
really had our lives together back then? though I do regret the way it
ended, I don?t think our relationship was gonna work out at that point.?

?And now?? Tara asked, genuinely curious. She had to admit that she
found herself more and more thinking about Dawn and Xander, but could he
really wait a year or more to get back into a serious relationship?

?Now? she?s different, I?m different- both in a good way I think?but
she has a life there in LA, and I wouldn?t ask her to leave it,? he
said.

?What about you?? she pressed.

?What? Leave Sunnydale?? At her nod, he quickly said, ?Not gonna
happen. I can?t leave? not as long as?? he trailed off.

Tara smiled, ?Not as long as Buffy?s alive?? She and Willow had talked
about Xander?s devotion to the Slayer, accepting it even if they were
unable to quantify it.

?It?s not what you think,? Xander was quick to explain. ?It?s just? I
know there?s a chance she could? you know, any fight could be the? And,
if something happened, and I wasn?t there? at least trying to stop it? I
couldn?t live with that?? He took a deep breath, blinking back the
sudden tears in his eyes. ?As long as there?s a chance I can help?? he
trailed off again, not sure how to convey this feeling. He had to be
there because he had to. There was no other way, he had to help, even
if he wondered sometimes whether his help was really needed.

Recognizing Xander?s insecurity- having felt it herself constantly, up
until recently anyway- Tara reassured him, ?You do, Xander. You may not
be the front line fighter, but you?re always there, and you help. Plus
you help in other ways- research, planning and strategy? that thing
today was great, it might make all the difference! Plus, you saved
Buffy?s life lots of times.? Tara put her hand on his arm and said, ?We
don?t say it enough, I know. But, we?re all glad you?re there. Dawn
and Joyce too.?

Xander laughed as she added, ?Even Giles, but I don?t think he?d admit
it.?

?I have to say, I?m pretty happy to have you with us too, Tara.? Xander
said sincerely. ?You?ve been great for Willow and Buffy. I don?t think
either of them has ever been as happy as they are with you.?

Tara blushed, mostly because she was surprised to hear Xander say that,
in those words. ?I think it?s even more the other way. They?ve helped
me be, like a whole different person than I used to be- much improved
version of Tara from what I was.?

Xander couldn?t help but chuckle at that. ?Yeah, you?re not quite the
shy little girl you were when Willow brought you to your first Scooby
meeting.?

It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it was only a matter of
months. ?I think that Tara would spontaneously combust if she met me,?
she mused. ?I didn?t even know it was possible to be like this. This
strong and this happy and this alive!? she shook her head and said, ?So
much different than what I grew up with.?

Xander nodded, sympathizing. ?Yeah, your family didn?t seem all that?
supportive?? At Tara?s snort of laughter, he added, ?I have to admit
that I kinda wished your dad had tried something with Buffy? or that
your brother had tried his luck?? Xander muttered under his breath
bitterly, ?Assholes!?

Tara looked at him for a moment, took in the clenched teeth and the look
of suppressed rage on his face, and concluded, ?You too, huh??

Xander shot a glance at her, expecting pity- which was why he never ever
discussed his life growing up with anyone- not even Willow, though she
had guessed on more than one occasion from his bruises what was going
on. Instead he just saw understanding. He nodded his head, still
reticent to speak about it.

Tara fully understood not wanting to talk about the misery of growing up
with abuse and let it drop.

?You know, Faith had it really bad growing up,? Xander said,
surprisingly not dropping the subject, though not discussing his own
experience either. ?I mean, I don?t know everything, but I know it was
bad enough to drive her out onto the streets when she was just a kid?
She never talked about it either, but I think there was? more than just
beatings.?

Tara shuddered. That was one thing she was thankful for. They had
beaten her without a thought, but they never raped her. ?How sad is it
that I?m thankful that they just beat the crap out of me?? she said
softly.

?Yeah,? Xander agreed.

They finished the drive in relative silence, broken only by giving
directions, as they reflected on their own pasts, and what horrors must
have been experienced by someone that had it worse than them.

========== BtVS ==========

?One of *those* days,? was the thought that ran through the minds of
the inmates of Q-Pod at the California Institute for Women. ?The
Freak,? was how she was known in quiet whispers behind her back- usually
after the speaker had glanced around to see if she was in earshot. To
her face it was always a very polite ?Faith,? on those rare occasions
when the brunette spoke to anyone at all. The women who routinely hit
the weights, or worked out at the speed bag or the heavy bag had become
accustomed to seeing this once or twice a week- ?The Freak? was in a
mood, and was taking it out on the heavy bag. Most of the women were
just glad they weren?t the object of the girl?s ire. A few, those with
some skills of their own, just sat back and marveled at the power and
fury this little white girl could unleash.  

Twice, the warden had threatened not to replace the bag after one of
Faith?s little ?tantrums? as he called them, but the officers in the pod
had banded together to convince him otherwise. ?Better to replace the
bag every week, than to pay the medical care for the inmate or inmates
she?d take it out on,? they had argued, convincingly.

Faith had been in only a single fight, not counting the time she broke
her cellmate?s wrist, in her eighteen months as a guest of the state.
But the memory and stories of that fight were enough to keep almost all
of the other inmates from bothering her, and those new to the pod, the
ones that came thinking they were the baddest bitch on the block were
cautioned to wait and watch the little girl ?working out? before
challenging her. So far, none had felt all that desperate to pick a
fight after seeing ?The Freak? working out her frustrations. It was
pretty clear that any one of her punches or kicks would be lethal to
anyone on the receiving end.

At first, Faith had tried to hide her strength from the others, but
after that one fight? well there just wasn?t much point.

Lupe Martinez had been the bad bitch on campus for five years. She was
almost six feet tall and a good two hundred fifty pounds. She?d have
made most male inmates cringe. She kept four other bad-ass girls
around her all the time as her ?posse,? and everyone knew she ran the
pod. Faith couldn?t have cared less about the politics of prison- she
had no intentions of making relationships with anyone here- friendly or
otherwise. She was focused inward too much to worry about anyone else.
That made everyone think she was easy meat, after all, she hardly said
?boo? to anyone; she always had her head down, and she cried a lot. The
only reason she lasted a the first month was because Lupe was in
solitary, and everyone knew she got first crack at the fresh meat. The
thing with her cellmate was blown-off as a lucky shot, and Faith?s
cellmate wasn?t known as much of a tough girl anyway.

Lupe had been convicted of something as pedestrian as holding up a
liquor store. However, since she?d been incarcerated, she?d earned
herself a life sentence by killing two other women. Why? Because they
cut in front of her in the chow-line. That?s when she got transferred
to Q-Pod, level III containment. What did she learn from that lesson?
Now she always made sure she had an alibi, and no witnesses beyond her
posse when she killed.

Faith hadn?t yet begun her habit of beating the hell out of the heavy
bag a couple times a week in order to bleed off some of her stress, and
as a result, she was pretty high strung. Not two hours after Lupe got
out of solitary, she?d showered and been brought up to speed on the
newest resident of Q-Pod, a sweet looking little white girl that sounded
like a fine snack for a horny chickà fresh from a month?s solitude. 

She and her posse had cornered Faith in the library where the only
witness was a corrections officer that Lupe had already bought off by
having one of her posse suck his dick on a daily basis. In return for
that, she got the freedom to do pretty much anything she wanted. Plus,
he liked to watch Lupe force the other girls, so he made sure to take
the library watch whenever he could.

He?d lost his job over this incident- the warden didn?t buy his story
that he didn?t have time to call for backup before the fight was over.
No one believed someone could do that much damage, that fast.
Especially to five women, all of whom were bigger than her. He swore up
and down that the whole thing was over in five seconds.

Faith hadn?t even been reading, just sitting, back against the wall,
head down and eyes closed, thinking about Buffy, and her last encounter
with the girl, when Faith?d come to LA to kill Angel, and instead he
wound up saving her. Buffy had wanted to kill her, and she would have
let it happen. At that point- a month into her 8 year prison sentence-
she still wished Buffy had killed her. When she looked up, sensing that
someone was there, she saw four girls she recognized from the pod, and
one huge girl she?d never seen before. They were spread in a kind of
half circle before her.

?You were right! This is one sweet-looking little bitch!? Lupe said to
her posse. ?Hey little bitch,? she said, focusing now on Faith. ?You
know how to suck pussy??

Faith was shocked- not by the crudity, but shocked that someone would
interrupt her- for thirty days, no one had said a single word to her,
outside of the guards. She had been as isolated in genpop as she had
been in solitary; and now this. She looked briefly at the one guard in
the room and saw his cruel smirk- no help there.

At Faith?s silence, Lupe continued, ?No? Well you gonna learn fast!?
She looked back to her posse and said, ?Grab this little bitch.?

Faith might have been a little rusty, but she was used to vamps, who
moved like lightning. Before these five could do more than blink an
eye, Faith was leaping up in the air, her feet lashing out toward the
two on either side of her. Given that they weren?t as close as Faith
had expected- again, she was planning on vamp-speed- they got away with
broken noses and concussions. Had they been closer to Faith, the damage
would have been far worse.

The two immediately flanking Lupe had enough time to step forward and
throw a punch, not that they actually connected. Faith grabbed the
wrist of the one on the right, pulling the fist towards her while
twisting the arm so that the girl was pushed down- her arm coming up and
over her own shoulder. This caused Faith to bend down, dodging the
other girl?s punch and at the same time lashing out with her foot,
striking her in the knee; utterly destroying the joint and causing her
to crumple to the floor like a damp rag. She then finished her movement
of the first girl?s arm, up and back over her head, while twisting
forward so that the shoulder separated and the ligaments were shredded.
Her ear piercing shriek could be heard throughout the pod.

Lupe hadn?t even moved, she was so shocked. Faith didn?t wait for her
to do so, but leapt in a spin kick that smashed the girl?s face, pushing
her head back so violently that it crunched two vertebra in her neck.
The doctors later agreed that it was a miracle that the girl lived at
all, though she would spent the rest of her life as a quadriplegic.
After about five reconstructive surgeries to rebuild her face, she
almost looked like a human again.  

Lupe never returned to Q-block.

The two with broken noses both came back ok, though they would prefer to
have a broken-glass enema rather than go within ten feet of the girl.

The girl with the dislocated shoulder also returned, though it took a
month of recovery in the hospital wing and she never regained more than
about twenty percent use of her right arm.

The girl with the knee was even less fortunate. She had a brace and a
cane and still could barely walk again.

Faith had spent her second month in prison back in the solitary wing.

Since then, she?d been left alone. Even guards mostly stayed the hell
away from her. She could have had her run of the pod, if she?d cared
to- she didn?t. She preferred to spend her time doing her work detail
and trying not to think.

========== BtVS ==========

The guard waited until The Freak had finished demolishing another heavy
bag before trying to get her attention. He had been friends with the
guard that got fired over the fight between the freak and Lupe, and even
he hadn?t believed his friend?s story about the fight. But, standing
here watching that little bitch tear the leather with the force of her
blows? ?Maybe the guy wasn?t lying after all,? he thought.

When he saw her wind down he called out, ?Hey Faith. You got some
visitors.?

========== BtVS ==========

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