"Very well then." Giles said, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "My second wish is that I am now the head of a fully restored and powerful Watcher's Council with the resources and abilities available at all times to stop any evil being who would do myself or humanity any sort of harm."
The horned demoness scowled in the shadows. This would make things dangerous for her and impede her plans but all was not lost . . .
"Your wish has been granted."
***
Faith rolled her eyes as she heard Buffy and Dawn going at each other again and went to get some towels. It wouldn't be a morning at the Summers household without her having to clean up pussy juice, she thought with a weary sigh. She minced up the stairs slowly in her sky-high stiletto heels, the lacy ruffles, garter belt and fishnets of her ridiculous French Maid uniform ticking her legs, waist, stomach and pussy as she did so.
When she'd tried to betray Buffy and her gang to the Mayor, Giles already had just the thing to stop her. One incantation and touch of a locket and suddenly she was just an obedient slave to Rupert Giles, unable to even think of a way to try and escape or disobey his commands. When not working with Buffy to fight evil, he kept her now as his personal French Maid, cleaning up his household and doing whatever any of the Summers women asked of her, no matter how humiliating. The only thing even close to rebellion the former hellion could manage was doing her tasks half-assedly, but that just led to punishments later on.
Speaking of which, she had just gathered up the cleaning supplies from the upstairs hall closet when she saw Mrs. Summers step out of the shower.
"Oh, good! Faith, I need you to eat my pussy before I get dressed for the morning. Don't think I forgot how bad a job you did with those dishes last night!"
***
Wesley was about to bring his axe down on a demon in the Los Angeles sewers when reality shimmered around him like a desert mirage.
"Master? Are you well?" came a musical, British voice from below him. He looked down to see Drusilla on her knees before him, topless with fear in her eyes. All of which was . . . perfectly normal.
"I don't recall asking you to speak, slave, but yes, I'm perfectly fine."
"This unworthy slut is very sorry, Master, but I'm ever so hungry!" Drusilla cooed, a bit of drool dripping from her mouth as she stared at his crotch hungrily. "Please, Master, let me have your perfect, precious seed!"
Wesley casually smacked her across the face hard but there was no real heat in it. The pain of it just excited the beautiful brunette more and he saw her nipples stiffen. Drusilla began to pant with arousal and hunger.
"Again, I don't need to hear your slut mouth talk. It has far, far better uses than that." he growled, unzipping his fly and making a small noise of delight escape her lips.
Not for the first time, he silently thanked Rupert Giles for the spells that had changed Watcher's lives - the spells of life essence transformation and domination of the undead. Now, all female vampires craved cum instead of blood and they could be easily made into slaves with just a few words. Life was good, he thought with a smile as he unleashed his cock to give Drusilla her nightly breakfast.