Hey. I've been a member for a long time but I never really had the chance to get on. But anyway, I'm a big Eliza Dushku fan and I was wondering if someone could write a story with her and Sarah Michelle Gellar. Maybe something happens on the set of buffy or something.
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Here's one I wrote back in the day...it has its strengths and weaknesses, but I hope you enjoy.
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
The Slayer’s Spot
Scene One: The Park
Another bright and dark day at Sunnydale college. Buffy, Willow and Riley were walking together on their way home through the park. Riley opened the conversation with Buffy while Willow day-dreamed and examined the beautiful trees on every side.
“So, Buffy, I was wondering, since it’s the weekend and all, if you’re not doing anything today, would you wanna go somewhere, with me, that is?”
Standing between the girls, Riley awaited her reply. Buffy started to walk a little more slowly. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her boyfriend.
“You know Riley, I’d really like to get some homework done today, but maybe some other time, OK?”
Hearing Buffy turn Riley down, Willow jumped out of her daydream and jumped into the conversation. “Ah, come on Buffy, you two hardly ever spend any time together. I mean, I know you have the whole graveyard patrol, but it’s the weekend! Go to a restaurant or see a movie or whatever young, heterosexual couples usually do. You seem to do this sort of thing all the time to poor Riley. It’s not fair to either of you!”
“Hey, you’re going patrolling tonight, Buffy?” Riley began to smile. “Then I’ll come too.” Buffy stopped and puts her hands in her pockets.
“Oh, see Buffy, there you go!” Willow enthused. “How about some company on the way, nothing like the action-man to help you with the slaying—even though it’s not what most couples do these days. But, hey, I’m a witch going out with another witch and Xander’s dating an ex-immortal demon, so in a way, you two have got it made!”
Laughing at Willow’s comment, they all resumed walking. “I guess its all right,” Buffy said. “We’ll meet here at around 8—but try not to get in the way.” Buffy smiled reluctantly at Riley.
“That’s more like it, you two don’t see each other enough,” Willow stated for emphasis. “I hope that changes in the future. Well, see you guys later…and one more thing, just remember you are a couple, not Mulder and Scully—loosen up a little.” They all waved goodbye and Willow veered off in the direction of home.
“She's right you know,” Riley said calmly, but a bit sadly.
“About what?” Buffy asked. She held onto her bag with one hand and gave it a little tug with the other to stop it from slipping of her shoulder..
”Buffy, we don’t exactly go to the movies, do we? I mean you've got this whole Slayer thing and I just feel that we don't get to spend as much time together as couples should.”
“You know I’ve got a job to do. Maybe I should just let the vampires suck the life out of their victims while we go watch Harry Potter. How's that sound?” Buffy’s voice got noticeably louder.
“I didn’t mean it like that, but you must admit that we seem to be very distant these days, like I am not part of your life. I just want you to know that you don’t have to go it alone.” Riley put his arm around her and they cuddled briefly.
“Yeah, I guess your right. I’m just used to going solo all the time. This whole relationship thing can get complicated given the nature of my…profession.”
As Buffy finished her sentence, Riley’s Initiative communicator went off. “Just a sec, Buffy… This is Riley...go on... Just me and Buffy…what about her?…no…alright, I’m coming now.” Riley turned to Buffy, his face grim. “Someone broke into the main base, I have to be there now. This looks very serious.”
Riley started to walk much faster; Buffy had to trot to keep up with her shorter legs. “I’ll come with you,” she called behind him. “If this is serious, maybe you could use my help with….”
“No, Buffy, I don’t want to involve you. I won’t risk getting you hurt over my problem.”
Riley stopped and turned to face Buffy. Wearing a slight grin, she spoke first. “Look Riley, wasn't it you who said that we need to spend more time together?! And besides, who knows what you might be up against exactly. I’m coming with you, buster…Besides, I’m the All-powerful Slayer and you’re just a little…mortal guy, remember? Seriously, you could use some help right now. Come on.”
Buffy ran ahead and Riley picked up the pace to follow her, a bit annoyed at her joke about ‘little’. “Buffy, wait!” He pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a blue switch. Suddenly, a ramp opened up from the grass in the park. A gapping mouth leading into darkness lay 25 feet ahead of them. “It’s this way,” Riley directed.
“Gee, ya think?” Buffy replied.
Scene Two: The Base
Buffy and Riley reached an elevator shaft. As they entered, a mechanical voice asked for a handprint identification to permit access to the base. Riley pressed his right palm against the scanner and the lift jerked into motion.
Riley clenched his fists, preparing himself for the worst possible scenario, but Buffy waited patiently for the lift to stop. Riley pulled off his jacket revealing the army top he wore. He then opened a compartment in the side of the lift and took out a pair of combat boots. Getting them on just as the lift opened, he pushed his ‘street shoes’ into the empty compartment.
“Look at you!” Buffy teased. “College-boy by day, Max Steel by night.” Riley shot her a sour look as an Initiative crew member rushed in to escort Riley and Buffy to the main section of the base. “It’s a good thing the Slayer was with you. Saved time. She is…involved.”
Buffy’s eyebrows rose about a foot. She glanced at Riley who looked angry.
As the two of them followed the crew member, he briefed them on what had happened. “It seems that someone was able to infiltrate the base. Who knows how she got pass security, but…”
“She?” Buffy wondered aloud.
“She wired the base,” he continued, “with explosives large enough to blow up the base, and possibly to cause significant damage on the surface. The explosives appear to be controlled by a remote device, but they are also programmed to go off automatically. The best we can tell, they are set to blow between 2200 and 0100 tonight.”
“So what’s this got to do with me?”
“Well, basically…the saboteur left a taped message, addressed to you.” Buffy had already begun searching her memory for females who had anything against her.
The three entered the base command center and saw about 30 Initiative personnel suited up and using complex equipment to examine the wired explosives. As they approached, the Chief Commander nodded quickly to Riley and Buffy. “Ms. Summers,” he began, “thank you for coming.” Buffy looked again at Riley and smiled slightly. “Please listen to this.” The Commander hit a button on his desk and sat down.
“Hey B, guess who? Haha! Yeah, that’s right—the Slayer’s back in town. The REAL one, that is. Pretty cool base your friends got here.”
Buffy’s mouth opened slightly. Faith. Slayer gone bad. One of the most dangerous things that had happened in Buffy’s young life and certainly the worst nightmare for the Council which supervises all Slayers. On the tape, in the background, Buffy heard footsteps as if Faith had been walking around the base while she spoke.
“You’ve got your little gadgets and everything, your computers and hey!… what’s this?” Buffy heard roaring and the banging of bone on bars. “Wow, nice catch Buffy, but why waste your time when you could just kill the low-life loser's? What, the whole wooden stake thing not good enough for you anymore? You know I could just destroy this whole place right now, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it B? You see, I’m here to beat the hell out of you first, until you’re whining like the little bitch you are. Then you’ll see who's the real Slayer. Can you still fight, Buffy? You haven’t gone soft on me? I mean, hanging around these army rejects and hiding behind weapons and computers just doesn’t seem like your style, Buf. You relying on
soldiers to do your dirty work for you now?”
Buffy felt a mix of emotions listening to Faith’s voice. The 5 foot, 2 inch brunette stirred memories of anger, disappointment, sadness…and the memory of sweet, happy times as well. Damn her, Buffy thought, Why couldn’t she have used all her strength and smarts for good?”
“If you don’t want me to blow this place sky-high, show up at the ruins of Sunnydale High, the First at, say, sunset. Oh—and if you’re thinking about ambushing me and getting me ‘out of the way’. The bombs go boom on their own at midnight. You can’t break the code by then, B—don’t even try—you’ll just end up in rubble a whole lot faster. Now I for one wouldn’t give a crap about some geeks who hide underground with nowhere else to go, but knowing you, you’ll wanna do the goody-goody thing.
“This is between you and me B, no back up. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to beat me on your own! Who knows, maybe if by some miracle you take me, I’ll actually tell you how to disarm the bombs,” Faith paused, “Right! Hehehe, that’s a good one…I crack myself up sometimes!…Oh and B? 5 by 5!”
When it was clear the message was over, Buffy let out a big sigh. “OK everybody, can you say, ‘wacko-obsessed’. Riley chuckled, but the Commander simply shook his head.
A moment later, Buffy took off for the lift with Riley hard on her heels. Buffy stopped, turned around and put an arm up in front of her. Riley ran smack into it and recoiled.
“I know what your gonna say: “Let me come with you?’ Right? But you heard her—it’s too dangerous. I’ve beaten her many times before and I’ve got to figure out a way to take her alive. As she spoke, Riley palmed the lift scanner again to let Buffy inside.
“Remember Buffy,” Riley sounded truly worried. “She is also a Slayer and this is our problem too. I’m coming with you”
“No! I’m outta here. I’ve got some…preparations to make,” Buffy said, sealing the ‘discussion’. She stepped into the lift and the doors closed. As Riley walked back toward the Commander, he noticed every eye in the room was on him.
Scene Three: Sunnydale High Ruins
Impatiently, Faith sat on the remains of what had once been a classroom wall, kicking her heels against it’s hardness. Better hurry, B she thought, Time’s passing. Faith looked at her watch again. Buffy appeared moments later at the corner of the school yard, determination and a kind of pity covered her face.
“No need for the time-check, Faith…I’m right here.”
“Wow, you actually showed up! Been a while, hasn’t it, B?” Faith jumped down from the wall and moved in Buffy’s direction, as if stalking her. “So, you’re still with those army losers, huh Buffy? I can’t get why you don’t ditch those geeks. You use to be so much cooler and stronger back in the old days”
“I’m tired of reliving the past, Faith. Why not just give up the revenge scenario you’re playing out?” Getting no immediate answer, she continued. “But I will take you down, if necessary, one way or the other.” Buffy assumed a fighting stance, ready for attack or defense.
“And what about Angel, huh Buffy?” Faith probed for weakness. “What about sweet Angel?!”
Buffy raised an eyebrow. “You still love him, don’t you?” Faith began circling the Protector of Sunnydale. “Admit it, B, you still dream about him. Why did you come to LA that time? It’s obvious you still want a piece of him. I bet it drove you insane seeing my arms all over him. You know, I still have no idea why you chose that ROTC wannabe over Angel in the first place. Angel has real power, he didn’t need to hide behind guns and explosives and… technology.” She almost spat the last word. “Maybe he isn’t as strong as we are, Buffy, but at least he could kick some ass…and spank some, too.” Faith smirked broadly.
“Cut the crap, Faith, I’m not in the mood.” Buffy strained to keep her voice under control. “What do you really want?” Buffy lunged two steps forward and gave Faith a hard shove to put some
more distance between them.
“Ooh! I see we're a little jittery today—I’ll keep that in mind. Why am I really here? Don’t you like me anymore, B? Can’t I just stop by to say hello and to off the Good Slayer? Faith reached into her left pocket and pulled out a small instrument. “I guess you know what this is. You’re aware I could blow the base with one press of a button, right?”
Faith looked around her. “So were is he then? That puny thing you call a boyfriend? I know you’re hiding out there, soldier boy, come out and face me like a man.” Faith replaced the remote device in her pocket.
“Riley isn’t here, Faith. It’s just you and me,” Buffy said.
“Fine then.” Suddenly Faith threw one clenched fist at Buffy’s head and caught part of her cheek. Buffy dropped to the ground, but rolled smoothly and immediately launched a scissors kick at Faith’s lower legs. As Buffy made contact she twisted with as much force as possible and Faith came crashing down a foot away from the blonde Slayer.
Leaping on top of her nemesis, Buffy grabbed for the small device in Faith’s pants. Faith smiled and for a second watched Buffy attempt to squeeze her hand into the small opening. “Why B?! I never knew you liked me in THAT way!” As Buffy pulled out the remote, Faith brought her two hands down in a quick chopping motion against Buffy’s neck. Buffy fell backwards, dazed, as the remote spun off to the side. Quickly, Faith stood up and took the opportunity to lay a brutal kick into Buffy’s jaw.
Wiping her pants off with one hand, Faith sauntered over to the device and picked it up just as Buffy regained her balance and was preparing to counter-attack. “Uh, uh, uh! Take one more step, Ms. Slayer, and you know what….” Faith pointed to a large red button. “Well, it doesn’t matter much if I do it now, it’ll go off on its own later tonight anyway. Poor B, caught between a rock and my ass. Where are your famous friends now, Buffy? Xander and Willow and….”
A dart flew along soundlessly from somewhere on Faith’s far left and found her neck, just below the ear. The brown haired girl’s eyes went wide, she wobbled and started to lose her footing. She whistled weakly. “Buffy, Buffy…deception? I didn’t think you had it….” Faith collapsed and the device fell beside her, quietly blinking its state of readiness.
Riley stepped out from behind a set of three trees fused together by the cataclysm which had leveled the school. He ran toward Faith, rifle aimed at her head and kneeled at her side when he reached the girl. Removing the dart carefully from Faith’s neck, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. “She’ll be out for an hour. I had to use a higher dosage than usual because she’s...strong. You can thank me later, we’ve got work to do.”
“Thank you?!” Buffy began, “I’m about to flatten you! I told you not to come….”
“Why, because I’m weak and little?” He made eye contact with Buffy. “I may be a weakling, but I’m a weakling with tranquilizer darts.” Buffy smiled guiltily.
The two of them hurried over to Riley’s van and gently set Faith down inside it. Riley drove, speeding off toward the base with Buffy supervising the now-motionless girl who had been well on the way to beating her silly.
Scene Four: Back at the Base
The Commander was informed that Riley and Buffy had returned to the base with the saboteur. He joined them near the entrance along with three young, armed soldiers who led the group to a large chamber which held a bed and some other basic pieces of furniture, but little else. The bed was metallic, covered by a thin cushion, and was fitted with a variety of restraining devices. Buffy looked at the bed and then at Riley. She smiled. “So this is where you bring your most…special ladies.”
Riley frowned and nudged Buffy lightly on her leg with his foot. “Yeah, but only on the weekends.”
He carried Faith to the bed and set her down. The soldiers walked with him, eyes glued to Faith’s limp form. Carefully he took off the young woman’s leather jacket and placed her wrists into a pair of thick restraints lined with some kind of fur or other soft material. Then, one by one, Riley removed Faith’s black boots. He needed to sit down alongside her on the bad to get an effective angle. Faith’s red socks came halfway off each time he gave the final tug and the Initiative leader gently pulled them back up her ankles before inserting the ankles themselves into another set of slightly wider restraints.
“Seems like you’ve done this before,” Buffy teased again. This time Riley ignored her and tightened the lengths of chain which connected the four restraints to the reinforced steel frame of the bed and to the wall behind it.
Looking down at her, Buffy almost felt sorry for her rival—almost. Faith did have an aspect of innocence to her, sleeping there peacefully in her stocking feet, wearing a simple white tee-shirt and faded jeans. Her long, dark hair ran smoothly down both cheeks. And she looked a bit thinner than the last time Buffy had seen her. “How much longer now?” Buffy said, turning her head just slightly in Riley’s direction.
Riley looked at his watch. “Another 20, 25 minutes—unless she surprises us.”
“What’s your plan, Riley?” It was the Commander.
Riley’s head came up as if remembering suddenly that he was part of a chain of command. “Well, sir…the plan, at this point…we are considering several….”
“If I may, sir,” Buffy interrupted and got nods from both Riley and the Commander. “Since apparently you’ve had no such luck disarming the explosives Faith rigged up…” Buffy watched the Commander’s face as he slowly nodded ‘no’. “…Then our choices are two: Abandon the base and clear out the area above ground for a radius of who-knows-what…Or get the disarm code out of Faith before midnight…exactly three hours and thirty-six minutes from now.” All five of the men present looked at their watches. “Riley has the remote device that controls the whole bomb-thingy, but we need that code.”
“From the little I know about…Slayers,” the Commander began, “getting any information out of her isn’t going to be easy.”
Buffy and Riley both chuckled darkly. “Ah—no,” they said simultaneously and quickly looked at each other. “Slayers are highly resistant to pain,” Buffy explained, “The amount it would take to ‘persuade’ her would probably kill her.
“What if we just threatened to leave her inside the base until midnight,” the Commander asked. “Wouldn’t she give up the code to save herself?”
“Good thought, sir,” Buffy said pertly, “Unfortunately, Faith knows us way too well. She’s aware we would never kill a person in cold blood, even a very rotten, nasty, Slayer-gone-bad, type person.”
“So the method of interrogation will be…?”
Buffy looked at the Commander and smiled weakly. “Good cop, bad cop?…Chinese water torture?…Wait!…actually, I have no idea…Ya know Riley, I think we should get Willow over here, like pronto. Call her cell. We need every trick we can get our hands on right now and Willow’s got some cool ones.”
Riley walked away from the group as he pulled out his phone.
“And I better go light a new fire under the engineers working on those explosives—so to speak,” the Commander said. “We’ve already alerted the Mayor to initiate evacuation procedures. Let me know if you come up with a new…approach. What if you just try reasoning with her? Or offer her money? I could authorize up to $200,000 on the spot.”
“Maybe,” Buffy said glumly, knowing the chances of those ideas working were the same as the odds of a vampire going out to sunbathe.
“Did somebody…mention cash…whoa!” Faith spoke groggily and tried to raise her head. “What did you little…bastards…hit me with, one of your…tanks?”
Hearing the smug, bitter voice, Buffy jerked slightly in surprise and her mouth set itself hard and angry over clenched teeth. She wondered how much Faith had heard. “It’s about time you woke up. Sleep well?”
“Like an Angel, you sneaky, little do-gooder.” Faith had quickly reached full consciousness. “Playing with darts now, B? Oh—and chains too?” She inspected her limbs in succession and briefly tested her bonds. “How sad that you’ve come to this, sister. Are you that afraid of me?
Riley reappeared and nodded crisply at Buffy.
“You’re confusing fear with good strategy, Faith,” Buffy said, acknowledging Riley with her eyes. “Why get all bruised up when a few well-aimed chemicals can do the job? And besides—do you call hooking up explosives in the middle of the night ‘courageous’? Now, let’s bring this little surprise party to an end, shall we? Disarm the bombs and then we can go settle your score with me, Slayer to Slayer.”
Faith smiled broadly and squinted her eyes at her blonde rival. “Do I sense desperation behind the bravado, dearest B? I don’t need to fight you, I just have to wait and my mechanical pets will do their thing. You know there’s nothing you can do to me. No ‘torture’ is gonna break me. You know that as well as you know your own body, B. Anyway, you guys are too gooooood, to get into the real nasty stuff.” Faith smirked.
Buffy went silent and her shoulders slumped imperceptibly. Riley’s mouth was half-open giving him a silly, school-boy appearance.
Even though firmly attached to the vertical wall and the horizontal bed, the helpless Slayer had the upper hand. And Faith knew it. She contemplated her two would-be interrogators. She saw their concerned, oh-so-serious, troubled expressions. In the same moment she pictured herself all-tied-up, supposedly at their mercy. Suddenly, her eyes twinkled, the corners of her mouth twitched up and down, and a slow, nasty, high-pitched chuckle began flowing out from between Faith’s lips. “Hehehehe, hehehehehehehe…you guys have, hahahahaha, aaabsolutely no idea hehehehehehe what to do!…HEHEHEHE, do you? HAHAHAHAHA!! You…are, hehehehe STUCK!”
Buffy looked transfixed as she listened to Faith’s wicked laughter mount. The girl was really giggling with abandon now. Riley was tapping Buffy on the shoulder, but she didn’t even notice until his fourth attempt. Finally Buffy turned toward her male friend and saw him motioning for her to come over with him to a corner of the room, beyond Faith’s hearing. Buffy sidled along behind Riley, not taking her eyes off Faith’s bound, laughing form. It was odd, Buffy thought, the prisoner had somehow become the master. Buffy should be the one laughing, not Faith.
But in her already titillated mood, something about the way the two of them shuffled away for ‘highly secret consultations’ struck Faith as even funnier. “Oh no, hohohohohoho—don’t, don’t do THAT hahahahahaha, what, hahahahahahahaha, what you two going to, to HOHOHOHOHOHO, wait! You’re…killing meheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
Riley tried to engage Buffy in a discussion about their problem; he was gesturing at her, trying to explain some idea, but the good Slayer was still preoccupied with Faith’s mean-spirited mirth.
“Hehehehehehe…you guys are…SOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO funny!” Faith chortled. “OH, OH, hehehehehehe…it hurts…oh, whatcha gonna do??! whatcha gonna do??! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, boy, it hurts! I’m not hehehehehehe….used to laughing, hehehehehe…like this!”
Suddenly Buffy began marching back toward Faith. Riley reached out for her, but he was too slow. Buffy’s jaw was clenching in barely repressed anger. She stopped at the side of the bed, right over Faith’s jiggling midsection. The bound saboteur looked straight up at her rival and continued to laugh hard. But a moment later the laughter ceased; Faith stuck her tongue out at Buffy, wagged it provocatively, and then burst into another round of self-delighted chuckles.
Somehow containing her rage, casting about in her head for a halfway decent comeback, Buffy found herself leaning in closer to Faith. Without thinking or planning, Buffy plunged both hands into Faith’s narrow waist and began poking and kneading the girl’s sides. “You want to laugh?!…I’ll give you something to laugh about!!”
With a look of total surprise, Faith stared down at Buffy’s hands dancing around her waist. Instinctively, Faith tried to reach across with her own hands, but was rudely halted by the chains which held them. The smaller, dark-haired girl’s laughter quickly died out and her face assumed an attitude of extreme indifference. “What do you think you’re doing?” Faith asked calmly.
“I see you love to laugh and I feel like helping you out, little sister!” Buffy was burning mad and half-shouted her response. She had no rational reason to be tickling Faith; she was venting her frustration, giving mindless expression to the exasperating impotence of her situation. Faith was right; she and Riley and all the resources of this base were powerless to prevent Faith’s plan from reaching it desired end. The evil Slayer’s mocking laughter had been the last straw. As she groped Faith’s sides and stomach, Buffy imagined squeezing the code to the explosives right out of her.
“As you can see, dear Buffy, I’m not laughing.”
“Well…I’m having fun, so shut up!” Buffy intensified her attack and inched upward into the region of Faith’s ribs. “How’s this, laughing girl?!”
Riley had a worried look on his face as he watched Buffy dig her fingers into Faith’s ribcage. He was worried for his girlfriend—she was definitely losing it, while Faith seemed perfectly content to let Buffy conduct her tickling ‘physical’.
“Give it up, B. You can’t tickle me.”
“Maybe I just haven’t hit the right spot yet, you arrogant bitch! You always accuse me of thinking I’m better than everyone, but it’s really YOU who thinks she’s perfect and always in control.”
“Buffy,” Riley spoke up cautiously. “Don’t you think we should…keep an eye on the clock? We need to find a solution….”
“Maybe you have…and besides, don’t stop now. It’s just getting interesting.” At the new voice everyone turned, including Buffy who straightened up and ceased her exploration of Faith. The voice belonged to Willow. She was standing, hand on hip, about 10 feet behind Riley near a small metal table.
“How did you get in here?” Riley asked, startled at the implications of this security failure.
“Don’t worry, tough guy,” Willow said, smiling. “I used a rare transportation spell. It’s only for emergencies and I don’t share it with demons.”
“Wil?” Buffy began, “how long have you been watching back there?” She felt herself blushing a bit.
“Long enough to see that you are a pretty poor excuse for a tickler!” Willow laughed brightly and started walking toward Faith’s outstretched body.
“Hey—are you here to help or to insult me?!”
“To help,” Willow said and firmly nodded up and down. “Definitely to help. I brought a treat!”
Although Riley and Buffy had no idea what Willow might have with her, this was the most promising turn of events in hours. They smiled excitedly and each one grabbed Willow by an arm, escorting her to the far side of the room.
This time Faith did not seem amused at their secretive plotting. Witches were always trouble of the most unpredictable kind. A treat? she wondered.
Moments later, in their little tete-a-trois, Buffy asked eagerly, “What did you mean, ‘maybe you found a solution,’ Willow? Does it have something to do with…eh, tickling?”
“Buffy, I’ve got Truth Dust with me. It’s a kind of magical truth serum, much more powerful than the human, ‘medical’ kind—which is a good thing, since Slayer Faith is very powerful. But the instructions for using the Dust are kind of a riddle. I never really saw a way to do what it asks—not that I had much of a need for it, or thought about it much—but now, maybe I see a possible way…which is good, because I brought a big batch with me, just hoping we figure out…”
“What are you babbling on about?” Riley jumped in. “Can we use it to get Faith to tell us the code or not?”
“OK, OK, I’m getting to that. The instructions for Truth Dust say this; they are a bit old-fashioned:
‘For Dust to open and bring forth
True words, unwilling, from another’s mouth,
It is blown inside a mouth set wide,
That opens, of itself, but gently forced.’”
“Oh my God, what in the world does that mean?! Guys, we are wasting time!” Riley seemed to be fast approaching the point of desperation Buffy was at minutes before. He had never trusted magic in the first place.
But the Champion of Sunnydale was now looking more hopeful. “Wait a second. How can a mouth be ‘forced’ and ‘unwilling’ and yet still ‘open itself’?”
“Exactly, Buff—that’s the question. But as fate would have it, when I popped in here, you were tickling Faith’s cute little tummy and slender waist—” she noticed Buffy’s eyebrows go up “—well, she IS cute…anyway…it hit me: forced, but opens itself—‘gently’ forced. Every witch knows that the magic doesn’t work if you pry someone’s mouth open and force in the Dust, or by doing it in their sleep. And it also won’t work if someone just opens up and says ‘aahhh’ for you. Listen, I don’t know if this is THE answer, but maybe it’s AN answer!”
“What is?!” Riley shouted, then immediately lowered his voice as he glanced over at Faith. “What is?”
“Stay with the program, soldier!” Buffy teased. “If we can tickle dearest Faith and make her laugh out loud, we can blow the Truth Dust into her open mouth. She won’t want to laugh—we will be ‘forcing’ her to, but she will be the one opening her mouth, all by herself.”
“Right, and it makes perfect sense, too,” Willow said, building on Buffy’s enthusiasm. “See, it’s just the same way the Dust gently forces out the truth, but the person is saying the actual words!”
“Oh,” Riley said.
“And, of course,” Willow continued, “Faith will be on guard and resisting us every step of the way, but the trick is, she doesn’t realize we NEED her to resist. Bitchin’ cool, yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” Riley said and scratched his chin. “Now there’s only one, minor, tiny problem.” The girls looked at him intently. “Apparently, she’s not ticklish.”
“Why do you say that, Riley?” Willow asked, all innocence.
Riley nearly sputtered but kept his voice quiet. “Didn’t you?!….OK,” he took a deep breath. “Buffy tickled her for about three minutes and…nothing! Zip. She also said she wasn’t ticklish—a stupid thing to lie about in her position, since we can just sort of ‘check’.”
Adopting a professorial tone, Willow began to explain. “First of all, I’d say that in three minutes Buffy barely scratched the surface—sorry for the pun—I mean, there are several major areas where most people are ticklish that we haven’t even tried yet…”
“We’ve got to make Faith laugh and use the Dust on her—” Buffy interrupted. “It’s our only chance to save this place. She’s got to be ticklish somewhere, somehow, no? I mean, everybody is ticklish somewhere, even Slayers, like…I have…my spots.”
Riley blinked and stared at Buffy. Then he smiled and shook his head. “Fine, girls, but do we have a plan?”
“Buffy, Faith knows I’m gay, right?” Buffy nodded ‘yes’. “OK, I suggest that I play it like I got turned on watching you tickle her all tied up like that—which is soooo not true, of course,” Willow grinned. “I’ll start teasing you about not being able to make her laugh and you….”
Scene Five: The ‘Interrogation’
Willow stood at Faith’s side, where Buffy had been a several minutes before. Willow dropped down to her knees and started playing gently with the edge of Faith’s shirt. Buffy was positioned at the end of the bed, right above the girl’s size 5 feet. Riley, who held a small, but sufficient amount of Truth Dust in his palm, was aside Faith’s right shoulder.
“You know, Faith,” Willow said with a taunting edge, “I kinda fantasized about a situation like this once…of course, Riley wasn’t in it….”
“Dream on, witch! And why don’t you guys cut the crap? You know there’s nothing you can do. I’d help with the evacuation, if I were you. It’s under two hours now, isn’t it?”
“We can get you to tell us the code, cutie.” Willow tried to sound sexy and nasty at the same time.
“What? With magic? I totally doubt it.”
“Not magic, dear…just some tender lovin’ care.” Willow pushed her fingers under Faith’s shirt and ran her nails lightly over the soft skin of her stomach. “I could give you lots of…special feelings, Faith, in exchange for that code. I understand about a girl’s body, its needs…Hey Buffy—I don’t know why you couldn’t make Faith laugh, I already feel her tummy getting jumpy. Betcha I can find your tickle-spots, right cutie?
“You guys are either nuts or this is some kind of Wicca trick. Probably a trick, since Buffy might be stupid, but she’s not dumb.”
“Gee, thanks Faith,” Buffy said.
“I just want to hear you giggle, Faith. It was kind of sexy watching Buffy massage your ribs. I wanna try. I mean, when will I get another opportunity to tickle-torture a Slayer? Lesbians can be pretty kinky, ya know.”
“I suppose there’s some spell or charm that takes effect if I laugh or if you get me to do something I don’t want to,” Faith responded firmly. Or maybe you’re gonna press some kind of hypnotic lotion into my skin. Well, do your worst, you queer.”
Buffy’s heart pounded as Faith stumbled fairly close to the truth, but Willow seemed unfazed and smoothly moved ahead with their plan. One thing was certain, Faith was also no dummy.
“Cootchie, cootchie coo,” Willow started to tickle faith more firmly and faster all over her belly and up on her ribs. She sneakily pushed and prodded her fingers up and down the firm flesh and in-between bones. But, as before, Faith neither smiled, nor struggled, nor squirmed. For Willow, it was like tickling a wooden bench.
“Do I have to spell it out, witchy woman?—I’m not ticklish.”
“We’ll just see,” Willow answered, pushing Faith’s shirt up farther, exposing her bra. The red-head suddenly stood up and swung her leg across Faith’s trunk, sitting herself just above the muscular belly. Willow was now straddling Faith, knees on the bed and fingers pressing upward toward her victim’s underarms. “Here I come, Faithy, this is bound to be a sensitive place—get it—‘bound’…oooh, you keep these babies very smoooooth, don’t you?
As Willow gingerly moved her fingertips around the hollows of Faith’s armpits, Buffy carefully watched the face of her nemesis. So far, nothing.
“Tickletickletickle!” Willow lightly scraped the hairless, concave area with her nails, zigging and zagging and crisscrossing. After a minute she then nudged her knuckles harder into Faith’s skin, using a spinning, twisting motion which would elicit screams of laughter from many human beings.
Faith was silent; her face uncontorted, her breathing normal. “Finished?” she asked.
“OK, Buffy,” Willow called over her shoulder, “your turn.”
At that cue, Buffy squatted and began to tug on the red socks covering Faith’s little feet. After a few short pulls on their ends, she removed both of them in one quick motion. Faith’s clean, white soles lay inches from Buffy’s face. “Don’t tell us your feet aren’t…sensitive…to being lightly stroked and teased, Faith. I’ve got you now, sister---you’re going down into a pit of hysteria!”
“B, I think you’ve finally freaked for good! I had no idea my little maneuver here would make you crack up so completely.”
“I think you’re the one who’ll be cracking up soon, my former pal.” Buffy touched the bottoms of Faith’s feet at around the heel and began to tickle as softly as she possibly could. Working her way up the soles, she ran her nails and fingertips in wavy and then circular patterns. Every few seconds she glanced up to catch Faith’s reaction. When she got to the balls of Faith’s feet, Buffy started digging in with many fingers at once. Then she ran her thumbnail down the length of Faith’s whole foot, trying to stimulate some reflex, some protective response within the girl’s nervous system which might set off a chain reaction.
But, once again, it seemed useless. Faith didn’t look happy, but she was certainly not demonstrating any need to pull her feet away or cover them up. She tolerated Buffy’s titillation with serenity. Faith’s laughter seemed most distant, but Buffy and her crew’s failure loomed close by, bitter and harsh.
Angrily, Faith spoke up. “You and your big mouth, Sunnydale Slayer! ‘Pit of hysteria’—oh yeah, scaaaaary! You always were big on talk, no real action. That oversized mouth of yours always did you in!”
Buffy eyes got big with her own anger and she felt her shoulders vibrating with frustration. She hated to lose, especially this way.
“Buffy—” it was Riley speaking. “Your mouth…use your mouth! Lick her feet and stuff…that can be very, very…tickly.”
“What?” Faith said.
Willow was nodding her head vigorously in support of Riley’s idea. Buffy got a nasty, sour look on her face as she took in the suggestion. For a second she shook her head ‘no’, but then she looked at her watch, shrugged her shoulders, stuck out her tongue, and pressed the wet appendage to the arch of Faith’s right foot. Buffy began to lick in short, intense strokes; she lapped at Faith’s foot like a favorite ice cream cone.
“Now…that’s just sick!” Faith spat out. She was wrinkling her forehead, and craned her neck in an attempt to see exactly what Buffy was doing. And what Faith saw now was the golden-haired girl beginning to lightly bite the up and down the length of her left foot. Buffy paused in the middle of the foot and placed both her lips firmly on the middle of Faith’s arch. The bound slayer seemed to be staring intently now at Buffy’s every move. Faith bit her own lower lip, unconsciously, and narrowed her eyes. Then Buffy took in a deep, deep breath and started to suck thirstily on the girl’s smooth, clean arch, making a ton of noise as she sucked.
“B-uu-f-fy…wait…what are you…DAMN! Ha…that’s no f-f-f…WAIT!” Faith was lurching a bit from side to side and seconds later she pulled hard on the chain that held her left leg securely to the bed. Buffy felt this and intensified her sucking. She also buzzed the ball of Faith’s foot with prolonged ‘raspberries’. “No…this is not ri…, NO! ohnono, can’t, I…won’t, I—” Faith began blowing hard, fast breaths between clenched teeth. The hissing sound it produced got very loud.
“Keep going, Buffy! I think you’ve found a little breach in our saboteur’s security!” Willow leaned close in toward Faith’s face as she spoke. “Isn’t that right, Faith? Doesn’t Buffy’s mouth…tickle!? It’s so WET and slimy and slippery, isn’t it?!”
Faith closed her eyes and was shaking her head back and forth, ‘no’. Her breathing was heavy and her tickled leg was bouncing so much that Buffy had moved up onto the bed to hold the limb down with her weight. At the same time Buffy leaned over to resume the pattern of sucking, biting and licking on Faith’s other sole.
After a brief pause, Willow continued talking. “Well then, girlfriend, how about THIS??!!” The redhead shifted rapidly and plunged her face all the way into Faith’s left armpit. With her tongue and teeth Willow started to lick and suck and scrape the tender flesh in that area. Suddenly the good witch stopped and called out, “I’ve got it!” She pulled back momentarily, worked her jaws, and appeared to summon a mouthful of saliva.
Faith opened her eyes, took in Willow’s motions and spoke softly, “You…wouldn’t…hah…I’ll kill you…stop!…I won’t…you can’t…please….”
With a bright gleam in her eyes, Willow nodded ‘yes, yes’ as Faith realized what was to happen. Leaning over again, Willow spread the clear spit into Faith’s underarm, coating it thoroughly. Then, with a flourish, she extended her hand and dug it into the slick, wet indentation. Willow speedily swirled and glided her own saliva around and around and around the girl’s armpit and at just that instant Buffy placed her mouth over Faith big toe and sucked it for all she was worth.
“Oh…not…thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!! NONONONO!! Hahaha, NOOOOOOOOO!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” The short but powerful girl had begun to laugh. It started small, but once it started, it quickly grew. Giggles turned to chuckles; chuckles to guffaws.
“Eeeeeeee,heheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeee, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHOAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!” In seconds Faith was all laughter. Side-spitting, Slayer-sized laughter. Her diaphragm flapped like the wings of a hawk beating fiercely for altitude. Her head was pushing forward, eye’s bulging out, mouth stretched open as far as her jaw muscles would physically allow. Faith’s teeth were completely on display. She looked like a beautiful gargoyle atop a Gothic church. The sound of raucous hilarity just poured steadily from Faith, without interruption, without deflection. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!”
Buffy—almost forgetting their goal—suddenly lifted herself, spun around, and sat on Faith’s groin. As the restrained girl continued to chortle helplessly, Buffy pressed and prodded her fingers into both sides of Faith’s slim waist. But this time tickling Faith in that sensitive region, produced rewards. The dark Slayer collapsed back down onto the bed and her face scrunched up into a mass of winkles and lines. Faith tried twisting and bending, but of course, it helped not at all. “NOOOOOOOOO!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSTOOOOOOOOOOOOP, PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSTOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, BUUUUUUUUUFFFFYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”
“Now, Riley!” Willow said.” The young man, who had been waiting for his cue, seemed to rouse himself from some deep reverie. He stepped forward a bit, bent over, opened his palm and blew some fine, blue powder into Faith’s face. The material glimmered briefly as parts of it entered Faith’s waiting oral cavity. The laughing female didn’t seem to notice. Riley, wanting to be sure, blew in another, larger dose.
“Not too much,” Willow warned. “You won’t see any effect until she speaks.
“Should we stop tickling now?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t see why we should.” Willow smiled broadly and placed her hands several inches above Buffy’s, centered on Faith’s ribs cage. “We have an hour and a half, don’t we?” As four well-manicured hands went to work on Faith’s torso, suddenly the fountain of laughter went quiet. Faith’s mouth was still wide-open. For ten seconds or so it looked like she was laughing heartily, but no sound came out.
The two ticklers looked at each other and paused in their touches. Faith took in a huge gulp of air and then a rush of words pushed ahead, “Guys…hehe, nonono more, stop it…please…you found a way to get me…ticklish…and now I can’t…stop laughing.” Faith jerked her head and appeared very surprised, as if she had not panned to say that.
“It’s the Dust,” Willow said. “She’s now what the magic manuals call ‘fixed’. Whatever she says will be the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And she can’t hold back the answer to any question put to her.”
“Really?” Buffy said cautiously. “Let’s just test it a bit before we ask her the important question, OK?”
“What have you done to me, you witch-bitch?!” Faith looked furious as the meaning of Willow’s words sunk in.
“Aaaahh,” Buffy said, “Don’t get mad…get glad! Like, Faith, ah, let’s see…are you…ticklish?”
Faith tense her forehead, but her tongue wagged freely. ”Well, most of the time…I can hold it in, but, but, certain…things break through my…defenses.” Faith’s eyes revealed her distress at what her mouth was revealing.
“Oh, is that so, Faith? Just WHAT ‘things’ tend to break through your ‘defenses?”
With an extreme effort, Faith clamped her mouth shut, but her tongue was articulating words on the inside. Buffy looked at Faith as if to say, ‘what gives’?
“Oh, I forgot. For the questions the subject really, really hates to answer, you have to be extra… ah, polite.”
“Hah! That’s pretty funny, Wil. I see magic has a sense of humor…OK, Faith, now, would you please tell me….”
“Don’t say ‘please’…” Faith almost begged.
“Oh, this has got to be good.” Buffy rubbed her palms together. “Please, Faith, if you’d be so kind, dearest Faith, do tell me what really gets you ticklish and makes you laugh out loud?”
For a split-second it looked like Faith might not talk, then, in a rush of syllables: “Wet tickles drive me crazy, like what you and Willow were doing to my feet and armpits. And I can’t stand it if someone tickles me …when I’m blindfolded or has their hands over my eyes. I hate not being able to see what’s going on, it’s so…out of control….”
Buffy smiled wickedly.
“And…” Faith continued.
“And?” Buffy encouraged.
“And it makes me feel totally t-t-ticklish when someone says things like, ‘I’m gonna GET you’.”
“Thank you very much, Faith. Now, if I could trouble you again, might you state which spot on your lovely body…is absolutely, undeniably the most ticklish…could you tell me that—PLEASE?”
One could just about see Faith’s jaws muscles quivering in a fight with the Dust, but it was no contest. “The place in front where my legs meet my hips.”
“Well, we better be sure this Dust stuff really works,” Buffy said. “I mean, imagine what would happen if she was able to give us the wrong code! Riley, would you keep our honored colleague here from seeing what we are about to do to her? Willow, join me down here, ‘please’.”
Willow giggled and the team repositioned itself. Riley paused and took out some thick, military style gloves from his jacket and put them on. Then, gently, he placed his palms over Faith’s eyes as she waved her head wildly back and forth.
“NOOOOOOO, I CAAAAAAN’T…..IIIIIIII’LLL LAAAAAUUUUUUGH SOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Riley matched the movements of Faith’s head until she knew it was no use struggling. Then, simultaneously, the two girls kneeled on the bed, straddling Faith’s legs. Silently counting ‘one…two…three’ to each other, Buffy and Willow began chanting, “We’re gonna GET you, we’re gonna GET you, WE’RE GONNA GET YOU!!!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! WAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!”
The other two girls each grabbed at Faith’s jeans just at the point where the leg joins the torso and squeezed it hard again and again and again. But instead of the screaming laughter they all expected, Faith began to chuckle quickly and breathlessly in a relatively soft, babbling tone. “Hehehehe, hahahahaha, ohnononono, hohohohohohohohohmygodohmygod, hohohohohohoho, dooooooon’t dooooooooooooooo HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEE, ohplease, hohohohoho, ohpleasstahahahahahahahahahahap, nothatnothatnothat, hahahahahahahahahaha, aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
Buffy could taste her revenge on all Faith had put them through in the last 8 hours and she would make the most of it. Stopping her tickling she got off the bed and stood up near Faith’s exposed feet. Riley kept his gloves steadily covering the victims eyes while glancing up to see what Buffy had planned. “Faith!” Buffy sang out, “I bet you don’t know where I am!”
Through her laughter, the brunette tried to twist around to see something, anything, but Riley stayed right with her. “I might do some nasty stuff…somewhere. I might get you where you least expect it! Here…I…come!!” And on ‘come’ the blonde started scratching the bare soles of one of the most powerful girls on the planet. Faith bucked and the whole bed apparatus jumped two inches into the air.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYY I-I-I-I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MEEEEEEEEEEERCYYYYYYYYY!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHE, HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”
Faith roared and squirmed and roared and rolled from side to side and bucked and roared from the combined upper leg and feet manipulations. After another 3 minutes of this treatment the ticklers relented. Themselves fairly worn out, they could only imagine what Faith was feeling. Riley straightened up and walked over next to Buffy.
“I think we have confirmation of the Dust’s effectiveness.” Willow said very professionally. “This spot right here—” she poked it once more and Faith went ‘whooooaaa’— “definitely ‘slays’ her.”
Buffy grimaced at the pun and then sighed. “Yeah, we should get on with business…so Faith, I have something to ask you, sis…would you please, please favor me with a response to the following question….”
*****
Buffy and Riley stood outside, directly above the grounds of the base. Several soldiers patrolled the area and Willow was speaking to a tall female captain with short, dark hair. The explosives had been safely dismantled and Faith was securely held in the Initiative’s maximum security cell. The stars were sharp and easily visible in the midnight sky.
“Wow,” Riley began, “what a day…weird, ya know?”
“What’s weird, soldier?” Buffy asked.
“How people can turn out to be so different from how you imagine them.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “You had always thought of Faith as a real girl scout before today, huh?”
“No, of course not. But with a little experimentation she turned out to be so…ticklish. Who would have thought that such a super-tough Slayer could be taken apart by a few simple touches and squeezes.”
“You know, I don’t think I like the idea of you ‘imagining’ Faith at all.” Buffy held a slight, mysterious grin on her lips. “Besides, tickling can be pretty powerful…they tell me.”
“Does that mean to imply that you’re not ticklish, Buf?” Riley smiled and inched closer to his girlfriend. He wiggled one finger in the direction of her belly.
Suddenly, Buffy looked shocked, she pointed over Riley’s left shoulder and squinted. “Is that Faith?!”
Riley turned and instinctively brought his hand to his gunbelt. He searched the whole space before him, in 180 degrees, and then turned back toward Buffy…and saw her sprinting away into the darkness.
Here's one I wrote back in the day...it has its strengths and weaknesses, but I hope you enjoy.
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
The Slayer’s Spot
Scene One: The Park
Another bright and dark day at Sunnydale college. Buffy, Willow and Riley were walking together on their way home through the park. Riley opened the conversation with Buffy while Willow day-dreamed and examined the beautiful trees on every side.
“So, Buffy, I was wondering, since it’s the weekend and all, if you’re not doing anything today, would you wanna go somewhere, with me, that is?”
Standing between the girls, Riley awaited her reply. Buffy started to walk a little more slowly. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her boyfriend.
“You know Riley, I’d really like to get some homework done today, but maybe some other time, OK?”
Hearing Buffy turn Riley down, Willow jumped out of her daydream and jumped into the conversation. “Ah, come on Buffy, you two hardly ever spend any time together. I mean, I know you have the whole graveyard patrol, but it’s the weekend! Go to a restaurant or see a movie or whatever young, heterosexual couples usually do. You seem to do this sort of thing all the time to poor Riley. It’s not fair to either of you!”
“Hey, you’re going patrolling tonight, Buffy?” Riley began to smile. “Then I’ll come too.” Buffy stopped and puts her hands in her pockets.
“Oh, see Buffy, there you go!” Willow enthused. “How about some company on the way, nothing like the action-man to help you with the slaying—even though it’s not what most couples do these days. But, hey, I’m a witch going out with another witch and Xander’s dating an ex-immortal demon, so in a way, you two have got it made!”
Laughing at Willow’s comment, they all resumed walking. “I guess its all right,” Buffy said. “We’ll meet here at around 8—but try not to get in the way.” Buffy smiled reluctantly at Riley.
“That’s more like it, you two don’t see each other enough,” Willow stated for emphasis. “I hope that changes in the future. Well, see you guys later…and one more thing, just remember you are a couple, not Mulder and Scully—loosen up a little.” They all waved goodbye and Willow veered off in the direction of home.
“She's right you know,” Riley said calmly, but a bit sadly.
“About what?” Buffy asked. She held onto her bag with one hand and gave it a little tug with the other to stop it from slipping of her shoulder..
”Buffy, we don’t exactly go to the movies, do we? I mean you've got this whole Slayer thing and I just feel that we don't get to spend as much time together as couples should.”
“You know I’ve got a job to do. Maybe I should just let the vampires suck the life out of their victims while we go watch Harry Potter. How's that sound?” Buffy’s voice got noticeably louder.
“I didn’t mean it like that, but you must admit that we seem to be very distant these days, like I am not part of your life. I just want you to know that you don’t have to go it alone.” Riley put his arm around her and they cuddled briefly.
“Yeah, I guess your right. I’m just used to going solo all the time. This whole relationship thing can get complicated given the nature of my…profession.”
As Buffy finished her sentence, Riley’s Initiative communicator went off. “Just a sec, Buffy… This is Riley...go on... Just me and Buffy…what about her?…no…alright, I’m coming now.” Riley turned to Buffy, his face grim. “Someone broke into the main base, I have to be there now. This looks very serious.”
Riley started to walk much faster; Buffy had to trot to keep up with her shorter legs. “I’ll come with you,” she called behind him. “If this is serious, maybe you could use my help with….”
“No, Buffy, I don’t want to involve you. I won’t risk getting you hurt over my problem.”
Riley stopped and turned to face Buffy. Wearing a slight grin, she spoke first. “Look Riley, wasn't it you who said that we need to spend more time together?! And besides, who knows what you might be up against exactly. I’m coming with you, buster…Besides, I’m the All-powerful Slayer and you’re just a little…mortal guy, remember? Seriously, you could use some help right now. Come on.”
Buffy ran ahead and Riley picked up the pace to follow her, a bit annoyed at her joke about ‘little’. “Buffy, wait!” He pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a blue switch. Suddenly, a ramp opened up from the grass in the park. A gapping mouth leading into darkness lay 25 feet ahead of them. “It’s this way,” Riley directed.
“Gee, ya think?” Buffy replied.
Scene Two: The Base
Buffy and Riley reached an elevator shaft. As they entered, a mechanical voice asked for a handprint identification to permit access to the base. Riley pressed his right palm against the scanner and the lift jerked into motion.
Riley clenched his fists, preparing himself for the worst possible scenario, but Buffy waited patiently for the lift to stop. Riley pulled off his jacket revealing the army top he wore. He then opened a compartment in the side of the lift and took out a pair of combat boots. Getting them on just as the lift opened, he pushed his ‘street shoes’ into the empty compartment.
“Look at you!” Buffy teased. “College-boy by day, Max Steel by night.” Riley shot her a sour look as an Initiative crew member rushed in to escort Riley and Buffy to the main section of the base. “It’s a good thing the Slayer was with you. Saved time. She is…involved.”
Buffy’s eyebrows rose about a foot. She glanced at Riley who looked angry.
As the two of them followed the crew member, he briefed them on what had happened. “It seems that someone was able to infiltrate the base. Who knows how she got pass security, but…”
“She?” Buffy wondered aloud.
“She wired the base,” he continued, “with explosives large enough to blow up the base, and possibly to cause significant damage on the surface. The explosives appear to be controlled by a remote device, but they are also programmed to go off automatically. The best we can tell, they are set to blow between 2200 and 0100 tonight.”
“So what’s this got to do with me?”
“Well, basically…the saboteur left a taped message, addressed to you.” Buffy had already begun searching her memory for females who had anything against her.
The three entered the base command center and saw about 30 Initiative personnel suited up and using complex equipment to examine the wired explosives. As they approached, the Chief Commander nodded quickly to Riley and Buffy. “Ms. Summers,” he began, “thank you for coming.” Buffy looked again at Riley and smiled slightly. “Please listen to this.” The Commander hit a button on his desk and sat down.
“Hey B, guess who? Haha! Yeah, that’s right—the Slayer’s back in town. The REAL one, that is. Pretty cool base your friends got here.”
Buffy’s mouth opened slightly. Faith. Slayer gone bad. One of the most dangerous things that had happened in Buffy’s young life and certainly the worst nightmare for the Council which supervises all Slayers. On the tape, in the background, Buffy heard footsteps as if Faith had been walking around the base while she spoke.
“You’ve got your little gadgets and everything, your computers and hey!… what’s this?” Buffy heard roaring and the banging of bone on bars. “Wow, nice catch Buffy, but why waste your time when you could just kill the low-life loser's? What, the whole wooden stake thing not good enough for you anymore? You know I could just destroy this whole place right now, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it B? You see, I’m here to beat the hell out of you first, until you’re whining like the little bitch you are. Then you’ll see who's the real Slayer. Can you still fight, Buffy? You haven’t gone soft on me? I mean, hanging around these army rejects and hiding behind weapons and computers just doesn’t seem like your style, Buf. You relying on
soldiers to do your dirty work for you now?”
Buffy felt a mix of emotions listening to Faith’s voice. The 5 foot, 2 inch brunette stirred memories of anger, disappointment, sadness…and the memory of sweet, happy times as well. Damn her, Buffy thought, Why couldn’t she have used all her strength and smarts for good?”
“If you don’t want me to blow this place sky-high, show up at the ruins of Sunnydale High, the First at, say, sunset. Oh—and if you’re thinking about ambushing me and getting me ‘out of the way’. The bombs go boom on their own at midnight. You can’t break the code by then, B—don’t even try—you’ll just end up in rubble a whole lot faster. Now I for one wouldn’t give a crap about some geeks who hide underground with nowhere else to go, but knowing you, you’ll wanna do the goody-goody thing.
“This is between you and me B, no back up. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to beat me on your own! Who knows, maybe if by some miracle you take me, I’ll actually tell you how to disarm the bombs,” Faith paused, “Right! Hehehe, that’s a good one…I crack myself up sometimes!…Oh and B? 5 by 5!”
When it was clear the message was over, Buffy let out a big sigh. “OK everybody, can you say, ‘wacko-obsessed’. Riley chuckled, but the Commander simply shook his head.
A moment later, Buffy took off for the lift with Riley hard on her heels. Buffy stopped, turned around and put an arm up in front of her. Riley ran smack into it and recoiled.
“I know what your gonna say: “Let me come with you?’ Right? But you heard her—it’s too dangerous. I’ve beaten her many times before and I’ve got to figure out a way to take her alive. As she spoke, Riley palmed the lift scanner again to let Buffy inside.
“Remember Buffy,” Riley sounded truly worried. “She is also a Slayer and this is our problem too. I’m coming with you”
“No! I’m outta here. I’ve got some…preparations to make,” Buffy said, sealing the ‘discussion’. She stepped into the lift and the doors closed. As Riley walked back toward the Commander, he noticed every eye in the room was on him.
Scene Three: Sunnydale High Ruins
Impatiently, Faith sat on the remains of what had once been a classroom wall, kicking her heels against it’s hardness. Better hurry, B she thought, Time’s passing. Faith looked at her watch again. Buffy appeared moments later at the corner of the school yard, determination and a kind of pity covered her face.
“No need for the time-check, Faith…I’m right here.”
“Wow, you actually showed up! Been a while, hasn’t it, B?” Faith jumped down from the wall and moved in Buffy’s direction, as if stalking her. “So, you’re still with those army losers, huh Buffy? I can’t get why you don’t ditch those geeks. You use to be so much cooler and stronger back in the old days”
“I’m tired of reliving the past, Faith. Why not just give up the revenge scenario you’re playing out?” Getting no immediate answer, she continued. “But I will take you down, if necessary, one way or the other.” Buffy assumed a fighting stance, ready for attack or defense.
“And what about Angel, huh Buffy?” Faith probed for weakness. “What about sweet Angel?!”
Buffy raised an eyebrow. “You still love him, don’t you?” Faith began circling the Protector of Sunnydale. “Admit it, B, you still dream about him. Why did you come to LA that time? It’s obvious you still want a piece of him. I bet it drove you insane seeing my arms all over him. You know, I still have no idea why you chose that ROTC wannabe over Angel in the first place. Angel has real power, he didn’t need to hide behind guns and explosives and… technology.” She almost spat the last word. “Maybe he isn’t as strong as we are, Buffy, but at least he could kick some ass…and spank some, too.” Faith smirked broadly.
“Cut the crap, Faith, I’m not in the mood.” Buffy strained to keep her voice under control. “What do you really want?” Buffy lunged two steps forward and gave Faith a hard shove to put some
more distance between them.
“Ooh! I see we're a little jittery today—I’ll keep that in mind. Why am I really here? Don’t you like me anymore, B? Can’t I just stop by to say hello and to off the Good Slayer? Faith reached into her left pocket and pulled out a small instrument. “I guess you know what this is. You’re aware I could blow the base with one press of a button, right?”
Faith looked around her. “So were is he then? That puny thing you call a boyfriend? I know you’re hiding out there, soldier boy, come out and face me like a man.” Faith replaced the remote device in her pocket.
“Riley isn’t here, Faith. It’s just you and me,” Buffy said.
“Fine then.” Suddenly Faith threw one clenched fist at Buffy’s head and caught part of her cheek. Buffy dropped to the ground, but rolled smoothly and immediately launched a scissors kick at Faith’s lower legs. As Buffy made contact she twisted with as much force as possible and Faith came crashing down a foot away from the blonde Slayer.
Leaping on top of her nemesis, Buffy grabbed for the small device in Faith’s pants. Faith smiled and for a second watched Buffy attempt to squeeze her hand into the small opening. “Why B?! I never knew you liked me in THAT way!” As Buffy pulled out the remote, Faith brought her two hands down in a quick chopping motion against Buffy’s neck. Buffy fell backwards, dazed, as the remote spun off to the side. Quickly, Faith stood up and took the opportunity to lay a brutal kick into Buffy’s jaw.
Wiping her pants off with one hand, Faith sauntered over to the device and picked it up just as Buffy regained her balance and was preparing to counter-attack. “Uh, uh, uh! Take one more step, Ms. Slayer, and you know what….” Faith pointed to a large red button. “Well, it doesn’t matter much if I do it now, it’ll go off on its own later tonight anyway. Poor B, caught between a rock and my ass. Where are your famous friends now, Buffy? Xander and Willow and….”
A dart flew along soundlessly from somewhere on Faith’s far left and found her neck, just below the ear. The brown haired girl’s eyes went wide, she wobbled and started to lose her footing. She whistled weakly. “Buffy, Buffy…deception? I didn’t think you had it….” Faith collapsed and the device fell beside her, quietly blinking its state of readiness.
Riley stepped out from behind a set of three trees fused together by the cataclysm which had leveled the school. He ran toward Faith, rifle aimed at her head and kneeled at her side when he reached the girl. Removing the dart carefully from Faith’s neck, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. “She’ll be out for an hour. I had to use a higher dosage than usual because she’s...strong. You can thank me later, we’ve got work to do.”
“Thank you?!” Buffy began, “I’m about to flatten you! I told you not to come….”
“Why, because I’m weak and little?” He made eye contact with Buffy. “I may be a weakling, but I’m a weakling with tranquilizer darts.” Buffy smiled guiltily.
The two of them hurried over to Riley’s van and gently set Faith down inside it. Riley drove, speeding off toward the base with Buffy supervising the now-motionless girl who had been well on the way to beating her silly.
Scene Four: Back at the Base
The Commander was informed that Riley and Buffy had returned to the base with the saboteur. He joined them near the entrance along with three young, armed soldiers who led the group to a large chamber which held a bed and some other basic pieces of furniture, but little else. The bed was metallic, covered by a thin cushion, and was fitted with a variety of restraining devices. Buffy looked at the bed and then at Riley. She smiled. “So this is where you bring your most…special ladies.”
Riley frowned and nudged Buffy lightly on her leg with his foot. “Yeah, but only on the weekends.”
He carried Faith to the bed and set her down. The soldiers walked with him, eyes glued to Faith’s limp form. Carefully he took off the young woman’s leather jacket and placed her wrists into a pair of thick restraints lined with some kind of fur or other soft material. Then, one by one, Riley removed Faith’s black boots. He needed to sit down alongside her on the bad to get an effective angle. Faith’s red socks came halfway off each time he gave the final tug and the Initiative leader gently pulled them back up her ankles before inserting the ankles themselves into another set of slightly wider restraints.
“Seems like you’ve done this before,” Buffy teased again. This time Riley ignored her and tightened the lengths of chain which connected the four restraints to the reinforced steel frame of the bed and to the wall behind it.
Looking down at her, Buffy almost felt sorry for her rival—almost. Faith did have an aspect of innocence to her, sleeping there peacefully in her stocking feet, wearing a simple white tee-shirt and faded jeans. Her long, dark hair ran smoothly down both cheeks. And she looked a bit thinner than the last time Buffy had seen her. “How much longer now?” Buffy said, turning her head just slightly in Riley’s direction.
Riley looked at his watch. “Another 20, 25 minutes—unless she surprises us.”
“What’s your plan, Riley?” It was the Commander.
Riley’s head came up as if remembering suddenly that he was part of a chain of command. “Well, sir…the plan, at this point…we are considering several….”
“If I may, sir,” Buffy interrupted and got nods from both Riley and the Commander. “Since apparently you’ve had no such luck disarming the explosives Faith rigged up…” Buffy watched the Commander’s face as he slowly nodded ‘no’. “…Then our choices are two: Abandon the base and clear out the area above ground for a radius of who-knows-what…Or get the disarm code out of Faith before midnight…exactly three hours and thirty-six minutes from now.” All five of the men present looked at their watches. “Riley has the remote device that controls the whole bomb-thingy, but we need that code.”
“From the little I know about…Slayers,” the Commander began, “getting any information out of her isn’t going to be easy.”
Buffy and Riley both chuckled darkly. “Ah—no,” they said simultaneously and quickly looked at each other. “Slayers are highly resistant to pain,” Buffy explained, “The amount it would take to ‘persuade’ her would probably kill her.
“What if we just threatened to leave her inside the base until midnight,” the Commander asked. “Wouldn’t she give up the code to save herself?”
“Good thought, sir,” Buffy said pertly, “Unfortunately, Faith knows us way too well. She’s aware we would never kill a person in cold blood, even a very rotten, nasty, Slayer-gone-bad, type person.”
“So the method of interrogation will be…?”
Buffy looked at the Commander and smiled weakly. “Good cop, bad cop?…Chinese water torture?…Wait!…actually, I have no idea…Ya know Riley, I think we should get Willow over here, like pronto. Call her cell. We need every trick we can get our hands on right now and Willow’s got some cool ones.”
Riley walked away from the group as he pulled out his phone.
“And I better go light a new fire under the engineers working on those explosives—so to speak,” the Commander said. “We’ve already alerted the Mayor to initiate evacuation procedures. Let me know if you come up with a new…approach. What if you just try reasoning with her? Or offer her money? I could authorize up to $200,000 on the spot.”
“Maybe,” Buffy said glumly, knowing the chances of those ideas working were the same as the odds of a vampire going out to sunbathe.
“Did somebody…mention cash…whoa!” Faith spoke groggily and tried to raise her head. “What did you little…bastards…hit me with, one of your…tanks?”
Hearing the smug, bitter voice, Buffy jerked slightly in surprise and her mouth set itself hard and angry over clenched teeth. She wondered how much Faith had heard. “It’s about time you woke up. Sleep well?”
“Like an Angel, you sneaky, little do-gooder.” Faith had quickly reached full consciousness. “Playing with darts now, B? Oh—and chains too?” She inspected her limbs in succession and briefly tested her bonds. “How sad that you’ve come to this, sister. Are you that afraid of me?
Riley reappeared and nodded crisply at Buffy.
“You’re confusing fear with good strategy, Faith,” Buffy said, acknowledging Riley with her eyes. “Why get all bruised up when a few well-aimed chemicals can do the job? And besides—do you call hooking up explosives in the middle of the night ‘courageous’? Now, let’s bring this little surprise party to an end, shall we? Disarm the bombs and then we can go settle your score with me, Slayer to Slayer.”
Faith smiled broadly and squinted her eyes at her blonde rival. “Do I sense desperation behind the bravado, dearest B? I don’t need to fight you, I just have to wait and my mechanical pets will do their thing. You know there’s nothing you can do to me. No ‘torture’ is gonna break me. You know that as well as you know your own body, B. Anyway, you guys are too gooooood, to get into the real nasty stuff.” Faith smirked.
Buffy went silent and her shoulders slumped imperceptibly. Riley’s mouth was half-open giving him a silly, school-boy appearance.
Even though firmly attached to the vertical wall and the horizontal bed, the helpless Slayer had the upper hand. And Faith knew it. She contemplated her two would-be interrogators. She saw their concerned, oh-so-serious, troubled expressions. In the same moment she pictured herself all-tied-up, supposedly at their mercy. Suddenly, her eyes twinkled, the corners of her mouth twitched up and down, and a slow, nasty, high-pitched chuckle began flowing out from between Faith’s lips. “Hehehehe, hehehehehehehe…you guys have, hahahahaha, aaabsolutely no idea hehehehehehe what to do!…HEHEHEHE, do you? HAHAHAHAHA!! You…are, hehehehe STUCK!”
Buffy looked transfixed as she listened to Faith’s wicked laughter mount. The girl was really giggling with abandon now. Riley was tapping Buffy on the shoulder, but she didn’t even notice until his fourth attempt. Finally Buffy turned toward her male friend and saw him motioning for her to come over with him to a corner of the room, beyond Faith’s hearing. Buffy sidled along behind Riley, not taking her eyes off Faith’s bound, laughing form. It was odd, Buffy thought, the prisoner had somehow become the master. Buffy should be the one laughing, not Faith.
But in her already titillated mood, something about the way the two of them shuffled away for ‘highly secret consultations’ struck Faith as even funnier. “Oh no, hohohohohoho—don’t, don’t do THAT hahahahahaha, what, hahahahahahahaha, what you two going to, to HOHOHOHOHOHO, wait! You’re…killing meheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
Riley tried to engage Buffy in a discussion about their problem; he was gesturing at her, trying to explain some idea, but the good Slayer was still preoccupied with Faith’s mean-spirited mirth.
“Hehehehehehe…you guys are…SOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO funny!” Faith chortled. “OH, OH, hehehehehehe…it hurts…oh, whatcha gonna do??! whatcha gonna do??! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, boy, it hurts! I’m not hehehehehehe….used to laughing, hehehehehe…like this!”
Suddenly Buffy began marching back toward Faith. Riley reached out for her, but he was too slow. Buffy’s jaw was clenching in barely repressed anger. She stopped at the side of the bed, right over Faith’s jiggling midsection. The bound saboteur looked straight up at her rival and continued to laugh hard. But a moment later the laughter ceased; Faith stuck her tongue out at Buffy, wagged it provocatively, and then burst into another round of self-delighted chuckles.
Somehow containing her rage, casting about in her head for a halfway decent comeback, Buffy found herself leaning in closer to Faith. Without thinking or planning, Buffy plunged both hands into Faith’s narrow waist and began poking and kneading the girl’s sides. “You want to laugh?!…I’ll give you something to laugh about!!”
With a look of total surprise, Faith stared down at Buffy’s hands dancing around her waist. Instinctively, Faith tried to reach across with her own hands, but was rudely halted by the chains which held them. The smaller, dark-haired girl’s laughter quickly died out and her face assumed an attitude of extreme indifference. “What do you think you’re doing?” Faith asked calmly.
“I see you love to laugh and I feel like helping you out, little sister!” Buffy was burning mad and half-shouted her response. She had no rational reason to be tickling Faith; she was venting her frustration, giving mindless expression to the exasperating impotence of her situation. Faith was right; she and Riley and all the resources of this base were powerless to prevent Faith’s plan from reaching it desired end. The evil Slayer’s mocking laughter had been the last straw. As she groped Faith’s sides and stomach, Buffy imagined squeezing the code to the explosives right out of her.
“As you can see, dear Buffy, I’m not laughing.”
“Well…I’m having fun, so shut up!” Buffy intensified her attack and inched upward into the region of Faith’s ribs. “How’s this, laughing girl?!”
Riley had a worried look on his face as he watched Buffy dig her fingers into Faith’s ribcage. He was worried for his girlfriend—she was definitely losing it, while Faith seemed perfectly content to let Buffy conduct her tickling ‘physical’.
“Give it up, B. You can’t tickle me.”
“Maybe I just haven’t hit the right spot yet, you arrogant bitch! You always accuse me of thinking I’m better than everyone, but it’s really YOU who thinks she’s perfect and always in control.”
“Buffy,” Riley spoke up cautiously. “Don’t you think we should…keep an eye on the clock? We need to find a solution….”
“Maybe you have…and besides, don’t stop now. It’s just getting interesting.” At the new voice everyone turned, including Buffy who straightened up and ceased her exploration of Faith. The voice belonged to Willow. She was standing, hand on hip, about 10 feet behind Riley near a small metal table.
“How did you get in here?” Riley asked, startled at the implications of this security failure.
“Don’t worry, tough guy,” Willow said, smiling. “I used a rare transportation spell. It’s only for emergencies and I don’t share it with demons.”
“Wil?” Buffy began, “how long have you been watching back there?” She felt herself blushing a bit.
“Long enough to see that you are a pretty poor excuse for a tickler!” Willow laughed brightly and started walking toward Faith’s outstretched body.
“Hey—are you here to help or to insult me?!”
“To help,” Willow said and firmly nodded up and down. “Definitely to help. I brought a treat!”
Although Riley and Buffy had no idea what Willow might have with her, this was the most promising turn of events in hours. They smiled excitedly and each one grabbed Willow by an arm, escorting her to the far side of the room.
This time Faith did not seem amused at their secretive plotting. Witches were always trouble of the most unpredictable kind. A treat? she wondered.
Moments later, in their little tete-a-trois, Buffy asked eagerly, “What did you mean, ‘maybe you found a solution,’ Willow? Does it have something to do with…eh, tickling?”
“Buffy, I’ve got Truth Dust with me. It’s a kind of magical truth serum, much more powerful than the human, ‘medical’ kind—which is a good thing, since Slayer Faith is very powerful. But the instructions for using the Dust are kind of a riddle. I never really saw a way to do what it asks—not that I had much of a need for it, or thought about it much—but now, maybe I see a possible way…which is good, because I brought a big batch with me, just hoping we figure out…”
“What are you babbling on about?” Riley jumped in. “Can we use it to get Faith to tell us the code or not?”
“OK, OK, I’m getting to that. The instructions for Truth Dust say this; they are a bit old-fashioned:
‘For Dust to open and bring forth
True words, unwilling, from another’s mouth,
It is blown inside a mouth set wide,
That opens, of itself, but gently forced.’”
“Oh my God, what in the world does that mean?! Guys, we are wasting time!” Riley seemed to be fast approaching the point of desperation Buffy was at minutes before. He had never trusted magic in the first place.
But the Champion of Sunnydale was now looking more hopeful. “Wait a second. How can a mouth be ‘forced’ and ‘unwilling’ and yet still ‘open itself’?”
“Exactly, Buff—that’s the question. But as fate would have it, when I popped in here, you were tickling Faith’s cute little tummy and slender waist—” she noticed Buffy’s eyebrows go up “—well, she IS cute…anyway…it hit me: forced, but opens itself—‘gently’ forced. Every witch knows that the magic doesn’t work if you pry someone’s mouth open and force in the Dust, or by doing it in their sleep. And it also won’t work if someone just opens up and says ‘aahhh’ for you. Listen, I don’t know if this is THE answer, but maybe it’s AN answer!”
“What is?!” Riley shouted, then immediately lowered his voice as he glanced over at Faith. “What is?”
“Stay with the program, soldier!” Buffy teased. “If we can tickle dearest Faith and make her laugh out loud, we can blow the Truth Dust into her open mouth. She won’t want to laugh—we will be ‘forcing’ her to, but she will be the one opening her mouth, all by herself.”
“Right, and it makes perfect sense, too,” Willow said, building on Buffy’s enthusiasm. “See, it’s just the same way the Dust gently forces out the truth, but the person is saying the actual words!”
“Oh,” Riley said.
“And, of course,” Willow continued, “Faith will be on guard and resisting us every step of the way, but the trick is, she doesn’t realize we NEED her to resist. Bitchin’ cool, yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” Riley said and scratched his chin. “Now there’s only one, minor, tiny problem.” The girls looked at him intently. “Apparently, she’s not ticklish.”
“Why do you say that, Riley?” Willow asked, all innocence.
Riley nearly sputtered but kept his voice quiet. “Didn’t you?!….OK,” he took a deep breath. “Buffy tickled her for about three minutes and…nothing! Zip. She also said she wasn’t ticklish—a stupid thing to lie about in her position, since we can just sort of ‘check’.”
Adopting a professorial tone, Willow began to explain. “First of all, I’d say that in three minutes Buffy barely scratched the surface—sorry for the pun—I mean, there are several major areas where most people are ticklish that we haven’t even tried yet…”
“We’ve got to make Faith laugh and use the Dust on her—” Buffy interrupted. “It’s our only chance to save this place. She’s got to be ticklish somewhere, somehow, no? I mean, everybody is ticklish somewhere, even Slayers, like…I have…my spots.”
Riley blinked and stared at Buffy. Then he smiled and shook his head. “Fine, girls, but do we have a plan?”
“Buffy, Faith knows I’m gay, right?” Buffy nodded ‘yes’. “OK, I suggest that I play it like I got turned on watching you tickle her all tied up like that—which is soooo not true, of course,” Willow grinned. “I’ll start teasing you about not being able to make her laugh and you….”
Scene Five: The ‘Interrogation’
Willow stood at Faith’s side, where Buffy had been a several minutes before. Willow dropped down to her knees and started playing gently with the edge of Faith’s shirt. Buffy was positioned at the end of the bed, right above the girl’s size 5 feet. Riley, who held a small, but sufficient amount of Truth Dust in his palm, was aside Faith’s right shoulder.
“You know, Faith,” Willow said with a taunting edge, “I kinda fantasized about a situation like this once…of course, Riley wasn’t in it….”
“Dream on, witch! And why don’t you guys cut the crap? You know there’s nothing you can do. I’d help with the evacuation, if I were you. It’s under two hours now, isn’t it?”
“We can get you to tell us the code, cutie.” Willow tried to sound sexy and nasty at the same time.
“What? With magic? I totally doubt it.”
“Not magic, dear…just some tender lovin’ care.” Willow pushed her fingers under Faith’s shirt and ran her nails lightly over the soft skin of her stomach. “I could give you lots of…special feelings, Faith, in exchange for that code. I understand about a girl’s body, its needs…Hey Buffy—I don’t know why you couldn’t make Faith laugh, I already feel her tummy getting jumpy. Betcha I can find your tickle-spots, right cutie?
“You guys are either nuts or this is some kind of Wicca trick. Probably a trick, since Buffy might be stupid, but she’s not dumb.”
“Gee, thanks Faith,” Buffy said.
“I just want to hear you giggle, Faith. It was kind of sexy watching Buffy massage your ribs. I wanna try. I mean, when will I get another opportunity to tickle-torture a Slayer? Lesbians can be pretty kinky, ya know.”
“I suppose there’s some spell or charm that takes effect if I laugh or if you get me to do something I don’t want to,” Faith responded firmly. Or maybe you’re gonna press some kind of hypnotic lotion into my skin. Well, do your worst, you queer.”
Buffy’s heart pounded as Faith stumbled fairly close to the truth, but Willow seemed unfazed and smoothly moved ahead with their plan. One thing was certain, Faith was also no dummy.
“Cootchie, cootchie coo,” Willow started to tickle faith more firmly and faster all over her belly and up on her ribs. She sneakily pushed and prodded her fingers up and down the firm flesh and in-between bones. But, as before, Faith neither smiled, nor struggled, nor squirmed. For Willow, it was like tickling a wooden bench.
“Do I have to spell it out, witchy woman?—I’m not ticklish.”
“We’ll just see,” Willow answered, pushing Faith’s shirt up farther, exposing her bra. The red-head suddenly stood up and swung her leg across Faith’s trunk, sitting herself just above the muscular belly. Willow was now straddling Faith, knees on the bed and fingers pressing upward toward her victim’s underarms. “Here I come, Faithy, this is bound to be a sensitive place—get it—‘bound’…oooh, you keep these babies very smoooooth, don’t you?
As Willow gingerly moved her fingertips around the hollows of Faith’s armpits, Buffy carefully watched the face of her nemesis. So far, nothing.
“Tickletickletickle!” Willow lightly scraped the hairless, concave area with her nails, zigging and zagging and crisscrossing. After a minute she then nudged her knuckles harder into Faith’s skin, using a spinning, twisting motion which would elicit screams of laughter from many human beings.
Faith was silent; her face uncontorted, her breathing normal. “Finished?” she asked.
“OK, Buffy,” Willow called over her shoulder, “your turn.”
At that cue, Buffy squatted and began to tug on the red socks covering Faith’s little feet. After a few short pulls on their ends, she removed both of them in one quick motion. Faith’s clean, white soles lay inches from Buffy’s face. “Don’t tell us your feet aren’t…sensitive…to being lightly stroked and teased, Faith. I’ve got you now, sister---you’re going down into a pit of hysteria!”
“B, I think you’ve finally freaked for good! I had no idea my little maneuver here would make you crack up so completely.”
“I think you’re the one who’ll be cracking up soon, my former pal.” Buffy touched the bottoms of Faith’s feet at around the heel and began to tickle as softly as she possibly could. Working her way up the soles, she ran her nails and fingertips in wavy and then circular patterns. Every few seconds she glanced up to catch Faith’s reaction. When she got to the balls of Faith’s feet, Buffy started digging in with many fingers at once. Then she ran her thumbnail down the length of Faith’s whole foot, trying to stimulate some reflex, some protective response within the girl’s nervous system which might set off a chain reaction.
But, once again, it seemed useless. Faith didn’t look happy, but she was certainly not demonstrating any need to pull her feet away or cover them up. She tolerated Buffy’s titillation with serenity. Faith’s laughter seemed most distant, but Buffy and her crew’s failure loomed close by, bitter and harsh.
Angrily, Faith spoke up. “You and your big mouth, Sunnydale Slayer! ‘Pit of hysteria’—oh yeah, scaaaaary! You always were big on talk, no real action. That oversized mouth of yours always did you in!”
Buffy eyes got big with her own anger and she felt her shoulders vibrating with frustration. She hated to lose, especially this way.
“Buffy—” it was Riley speaking. “Your mouth…use your mouth! Lick her feet and stuff…that can be very, very…tickly.”
“What?” Faith said.
Willow was nodding her head vigorously in support of Riley’s idea. Buffy got a nasty, sour look on her face as she took in the suggestion. For a second she shook her head ‘no’, but then she looked at her watch, shrugged her shoulders, stuck out her tongue, and pressed the wet appendage to the arch of Faith’s right foot. Buffy began to lick in short, intense strokes; she lapped at Faith’s foot like a favorite ice cream cone.
“Now…that’s just sick!” Faith spat out. She was wrinkling her forehead, and craned her neck in an attempt to see exactly what Buffy was doing. And what Faith saw now was the golden-haired girl beginning to lightly bite the up and down the length of her left foot. Buffy paused in the middle of the foot and placed both her lips firmly on the middle of Faith’s arch. The bound slayer seemed to be staring intently now at Buffy’s every move. Faith bit her own lower lip, unconsciously, and narrowed her eyes. Then Buffy took in a deep, deep breath and started to suck thirstily on the girl’s smooth, clean arch, making a ton of noise as she sucked.
“B-uu-f-fy…wait…what are you…DAMN! Ha…that’s no f-f-f…WAIT!” Faith was lurching a bit from side to side and seconds later she pulled hard on the chain that held her left leg securely to the bed. Buffy felt this and intensified her sucking. She also buzzed the ball of Faith’s foot with prolonged ‘raspberries’. “No…this is not ri…, NO! ohnono, can’t, I…won’t, I—” Faith began blowing hard, fast breaths between clenched teeth. The hissing sound it produced got very loud.
“Keep going, Buffy! I think you’ve found a little breach in our saboteur’s security!” Willow leaned close in toward Faith’s face as she spoke. “Isn’t that right, Faith? Doesn’t Buffy’s mouth…tickle!? It’s so WET and slimy and slippery, isn’t it?!”
Faith closed her eyes and was shaking her head back and forth, ‘no’. Her breathing was heavy and her tickled leg was bouncing so much that Buffy had moved up onto the bed to hold the limb down with her weight. At the same time Buffy leaned over to resume the pattern of sucking, biting and licking on Faith’s other sole.
After a brief pause, Willow continued talking. “Well then, girlfriend, how about THIS??!!” The redhead shifted rapidly and plunged her face all the way into Faith’s left armpit. With her tongue and teeth Willow started to lick and suck and scrape the tender flesh in that area. Suddenly the good witch stopped and called out, “I’ve got it!” She pulled back momentarily, worked her jaws, and appeared to summon a mouthful of saliva.
Faith opened her eyes, took in Willow’s motions and spoke softly, “You…wouldn’t…hah…I’ll kill you…stop!…I won’t…you can’t…please….”
With a bright gleam in her eyes, Willow nodded ‘yes, yes’ as Faith realized what was to happen. Leaning over again, Willow spread the clear spit into Faith’s underarm, coating it thoroughly. Then, with a flourish, she extended her hand and dug it into the slick, wet indentation. Willow speedily swirled and glided her own saliva around and around and around the girl’s armpit and at just that instant Buffy placed her mouth over Faith big toe and sucked it for all she was worth.
“Oh…not…thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!! NONONONO!! Hahaha, NOOOOOOOOO!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” The short but powerful girl had begun to laugh. It started small, but once it started, it quickly grew. Giggles turned to chuckles; chuckles to guffaws.
“Eeeeeeee,heheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeee, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHOAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!” In seconds Faith was all laughter. Side-spitting, Slayer-sized laughter. Her diaphragm flapped like the wings of a hawk beating fiercely for altitude. Her head was pushing forward, eye’s bulging out, mouth stretched open as far as her jaw muscles would physically allow. Faith’s teeth were completely on display. She looked like a beautiful gargoyle atop a Gothic church. The sound of raucous hilarity just poured steadily from Faith, without interruption, without deflection. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!”
Buffy—almost forgetting their goal—suddenly lifted herself, spun around, and sat on Faith’s groin. As the restrained girl continued to chortle helplessly, Buffy pressed and prodded her fingers into both sides of Faith’s slim waist. But this time tickling Faith in that sensitive region, produced rewards. The dark Slayer collapsed back down onto the bed and her face scrunched up into a mass of winkles and lines. Faith tried twisting and bending, but of course, it helped not at all. “NOOOOOOOOO!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSTOOOOOOOOOOOOP, PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSTOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, BUUUUUUUUUFFFFYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”
“Now, Riley!” Willow said.” The young man, who had been waiting for his cue, seemed to rouse himself from some deep reverie. He stepped forward a bit, bent over, opened his palm and blew some fine, blue powder into Faith’s face. The material glimmered briefly as parts of it entered Faith’s waiting oral cavity. The laughing female didn’t seem to notice. Riley, wanting to be sure, blew in another, larger dose.
“Not too much,” Willow warned. “You won’t see any effect until she speaks.
“Should we stop tickling now?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t see why we should.” Willow smiled broadly and placed her hands several inches above Buffy’s, centered on Faith’s ribs cage. “We have an hour and a half, don’t we?” As four well-manicured hands went to work on Faith’s torso, suddenly the fountain of laughter went quiet. Faith’s mouth was still wide-open. For ten seconds or so it looked like she was laughing heartily, but no sound came out.
The two ticklers looked at each other and paused in their touches. Faith took in a huge gulp of air and then a rush of words pushed ahead, “Guys…hehe, nonono more, stop it…please…you found a way to get me…ticklish…and now I can’t…stop laughing.” Faith jerked her head and appeared very surprised, as if she had not panned to say that.
“It’s the Dust,” Willow said. “She’s now what the magic manuals call ‘fixed’. Whatever she says will be the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And she can’t hold back the answer to any question put to her.”
“Really?” Buffy said cautiously. “Let’s just test it a bit before we ask her the important question, OK?”
“What have you done to me, you witch-bitch?!” Faith looked furious as the meaning of Willow’s words sunk in.
“Aaaahh,” Buffy said, “Don’t get mad…get glad! Like, Faith, ah, let’s see…are you…ticklish?”
Faith tense her forehead, but her tongue wagged freely. ”Well, most of the time…I can hold it in, but, but, certain…things break through my…defenses.” Faith’s eyes revealed her distress at what her mouth was revealing.
“Oh, is that so, Faith? Just WHAT ‘things’ tend to break through your ‘defenses?”
With an extreme effort, Faith clamped her mouth shut, but her tongue was articulating words on the inside. Buffy looked at Faith as if to say, ‘what gives’?
“Oh, I forgot. For the questions the subject really, really hates to answer, you have to be extra… ah, polite.”
“Hah! That’s pretty funny, Wil. I see magic has a sense of humor…OK, Faith, now, would you please tell me….”
“Don’t say ‘please’…” Faith almost begged.
“Oh, this has got to be good.” Buffy rubbed her palms together. “Please, Faith, if you’d be so kind, dearest Faith, do tell me what really gets you ticklish and makes you laugh out loud?”
For a split-second it looked like Faith might not talk, then, in a rush of syllables: “Wet tickles drive me crazy, like what you and Willow were doing to my feet and armpits. And I can’t stand it if someone tickles me …when I’m blindfolded or has their hands over my eyes. I hate not being able to see what’s going on, it’s so…out of control….”
Buffy smiled wickedly.
“And…” Faith continued.
“And?” Buffy encouraged.
“And it makes me feel totally t-t-ticklish when someone says things like, ‘I’m gonna GET you’.”
“Thank you very much, Faith. Now, if I could trouble you again, might you state which spot on your lovely body…is absolutely, undeniably the most ticklish…could you tell me that—PLEASE?”
One could just about see Faith’s jaws muscles quivering in a fight with the Dust, but it was no contest. “The place in front where my legs meet my hips.”
“Well, we better be sure this Dust stuff really works,” Buffy said. “I mean, imagine what would happen if she was able to give us the wrong code! Riley, would you keep our honored colleague here from seeing what we are about to do to her? Willow, join me down here, ‘please’.”
Willow giggled and the team repositioned itself. Riley paused and took out some thick, military style gloves from his jacket and put them on. Then, gently, he placed his palms over Faith’s eyes as she waved her head wildly back and forth.
“NOOOOOOO, I CAAAAAAN’T…..IIIIIIII’LLL LAAAAAUUUUUUGH SOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Riley matched the movements of Faith’s head until she knew it was no use struggling. Then, simultaneously, the two girls kneeled on the bed, straddling Faith’s legs. Silently counting ‘one…two…three’ to each other, Buffy and Willow began chanting, “We’re gonna GET you, we’re gonna GET you, WE’RE GONNA GET YOU!!!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! WAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!”
The other two girls each grabbed at Faith’s jeans just at the point where the leg joins the torso and squeezed it hard again and again and again. But instead of the screaming laughter they all expected, Faith began to chuckle quickly and breathlessly in a relatively soft, babbling tone. “Hehehehe, hahahahaha, ohnononono, hohohohohohohohohmygodohmygod, hohohohohohoho, dooooooon’t dooooooooooooooo HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEE, ohplease, hohohohoho, ohpleasstahahahahahahahahahahap, nothatnothatnothat, hahahahahahahahahaha, aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
Buffy could taste her revenge on all Faith had put them through in the last 8 hours and she would make the most of it. Stopping her tickling she got off the bed and stood up near Faith’s exposed feet. Riley kept his gloves steadily covering the victims eyes while glancing up to see what Buffy had planned. “Faith!” Buffy sang out, “I bet you don’t know where I am!”
Through her laughter, the brunette tried to twist around to see something, anything, but Riley stayed right with her. “I might do some nasty stuff…somewhere. I might get you where you least expect it! Here…I…come!!” And on ‘come’ the blonde started scratching the bare soles of one of the most powerful girls on the planet. Faith bucked and the whole bed apparatus jumped two inches into the air.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYY I-I-I-I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MEEEEEEEEEEERCYYYYYYYYY!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHE, HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”
Faith roared and squirmed and roared and rolled from side to side and bucked and roared from the combined upper leg and feet manipulations. After another 3 minutes of this treatment the ticklers relented. Themselves fairly worn out, they could only imagine what Faith was feeling. Riley straightened up and walked over next to Buffy.
“I think we have confirmation of the Dust’s effectiveness.” Willow said very professionally. “This spot right here—” she poked it once more and Faith went ‘whooooaaa’— “definitely ‘slays’ her.”
Buffy grimaced at the pun and then sighed. “Yeah, we should get on with business…so Faith, I have something to ask you, sis…would you please, please favor me with a response to the following question….”
*****
Buffy and Riley stood outside, directly above the grounds of the base. Several soldiers patrolled the area and Willow was speaking to a tall female captain with short, dark hair. The explosives had been safely dismantled and Faith was securely held in the Initiative’s maximum security cell. The stars were sharp and easily visible in the midnight sky.
“Wow,” Riley began, “what a day…weird, ya know?”
“What’s weird, soldier?” Buffy asked.
“How people can turn out to be so different from how you imagine them.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “You had always thought of Faith as a real girl scout before today, huh?”
“No, of course not. But with a little experimentation she turned out to be so…ticklish. Who would have thought that such a super-tough Slayer could be taken apart by a few simple touches and squeezes.”
“You know, I don’t think I like the idea of you ‘imagining’ Faith at all.” Buffy held a slight, mysterious grin on her lips. “Besides, tickling can be pretty powerful…they tell me.”
“Does that mean to imply that you’re not ticklish, Buf?” Riley smiled and inched closer to his girlfriend. He wiggled one finger in the direction of her belly.
Suddenly, Buffy looked shocked, she pointed over Riley’s left shoulder and squinted. “Is that Faith?!”
Riley turned and instinctively brought his hand to his gunbelt. He searched the whole space before him, in 180 degrees, and then turned back toward Buffy…and saw her sprinting away into the darkness.
SemoreBellys
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Don't know about the Sarah Michelle Gellar part, but a series I am working on will soon feature Eliza.
http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?p=1521737#post1521737
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Do you prefer to see Eliza as the tickler?
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Might want to keep an eye on the last part of Part 3 my Madonna series:
http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?p=1527257#post1527257
*cough**cough*hint,hint*cough**cough*
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Yea but we might all be dead by the time you write about her and get to the interesting parts................
