Chapter 4 - Have a Little Faith: Chapter 4--by Volpone


                                        Have a Little Faith
                                            Chapter 4
                                           By Volpone

          "As the last of Mr. Trick's associates, I know you've had some reservations about my bringing a
Slayer into our little family." The Mayor spoke as if addressing concerned constituents. "That is
precisely why I have kept your duties and her duties separate... avoids messy complications."
He rose, turned his back on the four vampires occupying the room with him and approached the
alter hidden in the alcove of his office.
          "However, a situation has come up where I need you to... enlist Faith's cooperation. She has
removed a book from the premises. Fortunately, it isn't needed to complete my Ascension. But if it
were to fall into the wrong hands, it could provide them with information which I would rather keep
private.
          "I admit I made a mistake in not making it clear to Faith that the Book was to remain here. I
thought she'd simply give up the idea when I refused to help her, but apparently I underestimated our
Slayer's determination.
          "So we have a young woman out there, running around with a piece of possibly damaging
evidence. I need you to find her and convince her to return it... immediately. I would prefer that she
return with the Book, but if not... well, I'll just have to do without a lieutenant until my Ascension."
          He looked at the four he was sending out after "his" Slayer.
          "Hey! Why the long faces? You're just retrieving a misplaced book. Sort of like repo men for
the library. I'm sure she won't give you any trouble. I just need you to find her and ask her politely to
return it. Okay?
          "Now, let's get out there and show the boss how it's done. Scoot, scoot, scoot!" He made
shooing motions at them, and they reluctantly left his office.
          When they were gone, he commented, "It's so hard to get dependable killers now-a-days."

                                        **********

          The satyr watched the other leave without reaction. He simply kept moving gently until the
woman could regain her excitement again and enjoy another time.
          It was about fifteen seconds later that the person the stranger had heard entered the clearing.
          "That's quite a picture." Faith looked up and her eyes met Angel's.
          Faith suddenly realized that here, in the flesh, was what she really wanted. The stranger had
proven again just how exciting two at once could be, and she was ready for another threesome already.
          Of all things, the satyr's spell made her greedy.
          "You like this?", she asked the vampire as she rocked. "Bring it on over here, Angel, and I'll
show you things B never even dreamed of. I could use another cock."
          Tonight, her hormones were doing the thinking for her. She'd always had the hots for Angel,
not really caring if he was Buffy's or not. Maybe she could use the opportunity to her advantage.
          Angel refused to play along. "I've never much been into threesomes." He had moved to
Cordelia's still figure, but was reassured when he found her pulse to be strong and steady. He began to
put her clothes back on.
          Faith continued to try to temp him over to the dark side. "Come on. We can work all the kinks
out. Once you try me, you'll never go back."
          "No thanks. You look like you've got plenty to handle as it is."
          "Always room for one more."
          "I think I'll just see Cordelia here safely home and give you two lovebirds some privacy." He
had gathered the still unconscious Cordelia into his arms and was moving back toward the path.
          "You'll never get any from Buffy again!"
          He stopped and looked back.
          "I know. It doesn't matter." And then he was walking away down the path.
          A cry of frustration escaped Faith as she watched Angel slip through her fingers yet again, but
her cry was soon changed into a cry of passion. Later, she would look back and promise to repay
          Angel for rejecting her like this... something major in the way of hurting. For now, she dropped her
head back to the grass and gasped out as she came again.
          It was going to be a long night.

                                        **********

          Angel did his best to clean Cordelia up before delivering her to Giles at the library, trying to
remove all evidence of her experience before he did so. The bruise on her jaw would show for a day or
two, but so long as no one did a gynecological exam on her, she should pass. Hopefully, if Cordelia
didn't remember (or at least kept quiet if she did), no one would be the wiser. Giles was likely the only
one who might guess the truth, and if he did, he would certainly keep it to himself.
          When he arrived, only Giles and Buffy were present. Buffy had only just returned from a
sweep, but she had missed Faith and her special guest.
          Angel lied believably, "I got to her just before they could do anything. Faith knocked her cold,
messed her clothes up some, but the satyr must 've gotten spooked because he took off and Faith had to
follow or risk losing him."
          "Where waz zhe?" asked Buffy. She sounded as if she had a severe cold, and her nose had a
slightly different shape to it.
          Angel considered sending her to the park, but decided against it.
          "Over at the cemetery by the Old Congregational Church."
          "I'b on it!" and she dashed out the door.
          Angel, too, moved toward the door. "If you are taking care of her, I'd better see if I can retrace
my steps... maybe anticipate where they might be headed next."
          Giles told Angel, "If you manage to capture the satyr, meet us at the magic shop. The apparatus
is still set up from earlier, it should be easiest to send him back from the place he was summoned."
          "Right."

                                        **********

          By now, the dark Slayer was lying exhausted in the clearing, her sweat-soaked hair plastered
down and a look of complete sexual satiation on her face. She wouldn't be able to do much more than
recover the Book from its hiding place in the park trash bin and stagger off to collapse for several
hours... far too late to be any more threat that evening. It was only her Slayer's constitution that made it
possible for her to even move, let alone walk with her anus screaming at her this way. Getting into her
tight pants had been a new kind of agony.
          Fuck... I didn't even have a chance to use lube.
          And as she staggered away, the lancing pain from her ass made her shake and clutch the Book
more tightly to her chest as another climax from her confused pain/pleasure threshold skittered through
her, but she couldn't enjoy this one. The pleasure had fled with the satyr's pheromone, and now only
agony remained when her sexual muscles tried to spasm in response to her confused nervous system's
signals.
          It was going to be a long walk home.

          It was largely chance that made Xander the one who first ran across the satyr. He (the satyr, not
Xander) was sniffing foliage in hopes of running across something he recognized as food. As it was,
they almost ran head-long into one another.
          "Whoa!" As Xander realized just who he'd collided with, he said, "And you must be the Viagra
spokes-model we've all heard about. I can see why you'd be the life of the party. By the way, can you
pick up peanuts with that thing?" He smiled lamely.
          The satyr was wary, but so far none of the males he had met in this strange place had threatened
him. This one smiled like his stomach hurt, but he made no move to chase him away.
          Then the satyr's sensitive nose wrinkled a couple of times as he smelled something that
interested him... something other than females.
          "What?" Xander looked down at himself. "Has my manly deodorant failed me?"
          The satyr moved hesitantly closer a step and sniffed. Yes, this male smelled like food. Perhaps
he would share. He looked at the funny male and asked, "Food?" Unfortunately for Xander, he wasn't
fluent in Homeric Greek.
          "Sorry, guy. I skipped class the day they taught gibberish."
          The half-man looked at him. He repeated the word twice, loudly enunciating as if to someone
who was deaf or very stupid. Finally, he gestured putting something in his mouth.
          Xander backed away a step, his hands raised in a warding gesture.
          "Hold on there, champ. It's not that I wouldn't find you attractive if I were a drunken
cheerleader, but Xander don't swing that way."
          After he made the gesture again, Xander realized what he actually meant.
          "Oh! You're hungry. I knew that. I did." He began checking his pockets for food.
          "Sorry, man, but I seem to be an edible-free zone, which is probably just as well because in all
the excitement, I forgot to find out exactly what it is you guys eat." Nervously, he added, "It wouldn't
be athletically-challenged high school seniors, would it?"
          The satyr had long since given up trying to make sense of what the silly male was saying. He
had realized that it must be speech, but of such a barbaric nature that it would be incomprehensible to
Athena herself. But there was that aroma coming from somewhere... around... there. He pointed to
Xander's jacket breast pocket.
          "What?" As he felt where the satyr indicated, he felt and heard the sharp rustle of cellophane.
          "Oh... these." He produced a package of rather antique Gummi Bears. When the satyr gestured at the
crumpled package, Xander said, "No... no, you don't understand. These are not from a recognized food
group." When the goat-man cautiously stepped closer and sniffed again, he quickly added, "But then
it's probably better than discovering that you'd prefer to chew off my face."
          Reaching into the packet, he managed to peel one mostly whole lump of candy from the semisolid
gelatinous mass that had in a previous life been an entire colony of individual fruit-flavored
Gummi Bears. Rather than risk handing it directly to the satyr, Xander placed the rubbery confection
on the ground and retreated a few steps.
          After a moment's hesitation, the creature stepped forward and picked up the morsel and with the
briefest of inspections, popped it in his mouth and chewed contentedly. He found it surprisingly tough
but amazingly sweet. Overall, it seemed quite acceptable as food.
          Suddenly, inspiration struck Xander. He had to get the satyr to the magic shop, as per plan.
          With any luck, Giles and Wesley would already be there, ready to send the guy home. Doing this on
his own would be very cool, and Mister Ring Toss there seemed to be fairly happy now that he had
something to chew on.
          "Hey, guy!" He held up the package and shook it. "Come on. There's plenty more where that
came from." He retreated several steps and put another shapeless mass of sugary orange eraser on the
ground. The satyr obligingly followed and picked up the tidbit, stopped until he had managed to
swallow the remains of the previous Gummi, then began to chew the new offering, a look of bliss on
his saturnine features.
          By this process, Xander managed to get the satyr quite a distance, even growing confident to the
point where he was handing the candy directly to him. Fortunately for him, the streets he could take
them down were largely empty. But eventually, Xander had to decide whether to lead the satyr down
several more popular streets and hope that no one would spot them, or take him by the much longer but
relatively safe back route. Looking a the dwindling supply of candy forced the decision on him.
          "Well, let's hope that it's going to be a quiet night, sport. Come on." And he started into the
commercial area.
          Virtually everyplace was closed down after nine at night like this, but the streets were still more
well-lit than he wished. They still had at least six blocks to go, and he had a sinking feeling that his
luck could never hold... it never did.
          He wasn't disappointed.
          "Well, Mister Harris, fancy meeting you here."
          Principal Snyder stepped out of the doorway of a late-night bakery. "I'd say that you must be
involved in some fraternity initiation, but we both know that would require you to be going to college,
and that's just not going to happen, is it? Who's your friend here?"
          As the satyr cocked his head at the funny-looking little gnome and he sniffed, Xander tried to
think up some plausible lie, but Snyder gave him no chance.
          "Don't look so smug, you young pervert... and you're not fooling anyone with that ridiculous
thing." He gestured toward the satyr's huge erection. "You're both in big trouble, and if you don't want
to end up in jail, you'd better come along. We'll get you out of that stupid costume and then I'll know
just whose parents to call about this behavior. I think it will be a pleasure to see the two of you
pranksters kicked out a week before graduation." He turned back to Xander. "That means I'll be seeing
you again next year, Mister Harris... if you don't end up in prison before then." Xander simply stood
with his mouth hanging open, unable to think of anything which could help the situation.
          Turning back to the satyr, the principal said, "I'd tell you to take that thing off, but you probably
don't have anything on underneath it... perverts." He removed his jacket and tied the sleeves behind the
back of the goat-man like an apron, covering the giant phallus. "And don't get anything on that, or
you're paying for the dry cleaning." He then started off down the street, the satyr obediently following
the white bag in the little gnome's hand that smelled so good, and Xander trailing behind.
          After a block, Xander had finally thought of something that might get them off the hook.
          "Principal Snyder... uh... you're right about the initiation thing. He's a foreign exchange
student... from Greece. Some of the guys at the college decided to play a prank on him and dressed
him up like this. He had to walk through downtown like this. Please, he didn't want to, but the frat
guys wouldn't take no for an answer. If you report him, he'll likely be sent back home... to Greece...
and he really didn't mean any harm."
          "Well, that just makes him a foreign exchange pervert, and he deserves to be deported."
          During this conversation, they had been moving down the street in the general direction of the
school, and as they had walked, the jacket around the satyr's waist had been slowly slipping until it fell
completely off.
          "Look at what you've done! I'm going to see that you get the cleaning bill before you're sent
back to Greece. Give me that!" He snatched up the jacket and threw it over one arm. He didn't realize
what he had just done.
          As they came along the front of the theater, a group of six females from the college came out
the front door laughing over something one of them had observed about Antonio "Bun-deras". Xander
recognized them. He had seen them from afar and lusted in his heart. They were the stuff of legends...
          College cheerleaders.
          The two groups almost collided, and Snyder tried to rush things along, rather ineffectually
trying to keep himself in a position to fig leaf the satyr.
          "Just move right along, ladies. Nothing to see here. Absolutely nothing."
          As the scent from the satyr reached them, their expressions went from humorous to predatory.
          "Ohhh! Where have you stud-puppies been hiding?"
          Suddenly, the three males found themselves surrounded by a group of female sharks in a
feeding frenzy. Hands were reaching out to fondle and squeeze, growing more insistent by the minute.
          Xander was stammering out, "This is not a good idea..."
          Snyder was backing away, saying, "Ladies... please... control yourselves... this is highly... ooohoo-
hoo!"
          The satyr smiled and was ready to help all these lovely young women in their great need. (He
didn't realize that their great need was, for this particular group of females, a normal state for them.)
          Xander grabbed the other two men by the arm and pulled them along, breaking into a run as
they crossed the street, the pack of ravenous females in hot pursuit. He spotted a vacant shop that
seemed in rather poor repair and threw himself against the door, hoping that it might give. He
rebounded with a very loud "Ow!", but fortunately, the door was sprung open by the impact, losing
several more pieces of the glass within it's wooden lattice.
          "Inside, quick!"
          Snyder was having second thoughts about resisting.
          "Perhaps we ought to negotiate..."
          With a shove, Xander propelled the small man inside and followed him, towing the resisting
satyr. He slammed the door and braced an old shelf against the door handle as the pursuing females
began pounding on the outside, promising indescribable sexual pleasures for all if they let them in.
To no one in particular, Xander said, "I can't believe I'm being chased by a group of sex-crazed
college cheerleaders, and I'm hiding!" He turned to Snyder. "Kill me... please."
          "Don't tempt me."
          Xander hoped that being on the opposite side of a door would let the satyr's spell wear off, but it
seemed to have little effect. Either it didn't wear off that quickly, or maybe the broken panes in the
door were allowing too much scent to escape.
          While he and Snyder braced against the door, the satyr very casually took the white bag Snyder
had carried from the bakery and began eating the contents, completely unphased by the entire
experience.
          "Hey! Those are my glazed donuts! I got them fresh... they're still warm!"
          Xander brought him back to reality. "Excuse me, but priorities!"
          The red-headed cheerleader who kept offering to give Xander a hummer like he'd never believe
managed to reach through a hole in the glass and began massaging his zipper. With a tremendous selfcontrol,
he moved just out of reach.
          "Harris! Stop fooling around and... aaaahgh!" Snyder shrieked as one of the blondes managed
to not very gently grab a handful of his crotch. "What is it with these women?"
          "I don't know," he lied, "but Miss Congeniality is about to make another try."
          The principal said, "Okay, Harris, it seems you're in luck. I can't figure any way to explain to
the school board how we got into this fix, so you and Spiro there get a free walk this time. I'll hold the
door. There's a back way over there. See if it opens."
          When Xander checked the back, the knob turned and the door moved, but it seemed that a hasp
held it from the outside. Snyder was unimpressed.
          "Well, break it! I can't hold them for...whoa-ho!"
          A long broken board proved enough of a lever to pry the door open, the screws splintering from
their hold in the old wood.
          Xander called back, "It's open! Come on!"
          Snyder sounded like a film GI who was about to throw himself on a live grenade.
          "The second I let go here, there are going to be six very amorous women paying us a social call.
          Now, shut up and get out of here! And take Sideshow Bob with you."
          "But we can't..."
          "Just because I can't expel you doesn't mean I can't call your parents."
          Xander's mouth froze.
          "I think we'll be going now."
          "Smart choice."
          Xander grabbed the satyr by one arm and they ducked out the back door to the dismayed cries
of the girls outside.
          Snyder watched to make sure they had gone, counted to twenty, took a deep breath, and let go.
          The shelf that had been holding the door... still held the door, and the cheerleaders were still stuck
outside.
          "Stupid thing," he said, and gave the offending lumber a kick. Immediately, the plank gave way
and Snyder was neck deep in cashmere sweaters.
          Unlikely as it seems, they did not rush off after the satyr.
          "All right, girls, just a mom...aaargh!" He went down onto the dusty floor with six very lusty
young wenches in pursuit.
          It seemed that while the satyr had been wearing Snyder's jacket as a loincloth, his scent had
managed to permeate the material. In short, his jacket was now the sexiest garment in Sunnydale. And
because he was laying partly on top of the jacket, the women mistook Snyder and not his jacket as the
object of their desire.
          Sweaters, skirts and jeans were flying in several directions as the young women pinned Snyder
down and began pulling at his clothes as well. In a flash, the bald, middle-aged principal found himself
completely surrounded in a sea of nubile bodies all belonging to attractive women who were begging
him to please them.
          It was like something out of Snyder's deepest fantasies... to be the sex-object of college girls.
To have them worship him... beg him... treat him like a god. (His fantasies were in inverse proportion
to his height.)
          There was a good deal of pushing and shoving to jockey for position, but these women seemed
to instinctively work together rather than compete, so in moments they had created something of a
bizarre x-rated human pyramid with Snyder on the bottom. One blonde was straddling Snyder's face,
shoving her not-quite-so-blonde pussy into his mouth. The short-haired redhead and one black-haired
siren were taking turns trying to get Snyder up by sucking on his limp cock (he was in such shock that
his body was still having trouble catching up with reality), murmuring how much they wanted to feel
him inside them. Another blonde had seized his left hand and pulled it to her crotch, while his other
hand was being pressed to the chest of a brunette who seemed to know what she was after. The
remaining cheerleader (yet another blonde), finding herself out of appendages, was standing over the
blonde on Snyder's face and pushing her muff into the happy coed's mouth. It seemed that everyone
but Snyder was having a good time, and while he would have expected to be enjoying himself, being so
totally overwhelmed by the demands of so many willing females all at once was just too much for his
poor, unprepared system to handle. He was on overload to such an extent that even having two
gorgeous ladies giving him tag-team head couldn't get a rise out of him.
          Snyder had always had this secret image of himself as the great lover of Sunnydale, and all it
would take was the right woman (i.e., any woman) to prove it. Now, he had six and was so completely
overwhelmed with perky breasts, waxed pubic areas, and demanding lips that he was about to have a
nervous breakdown.
          The young ladies, on the other hand, seemed to be having a wonderful time of it. It would have
been much more fun if the other two men hadn't run off, but they were managing like the team they
were.
          Eventually, Snyder's brain stopped trying to cope with so many things at once and his body
managed to get a word in edgewise. Things began to blur. One moment, the black-haired beauty was
sucking on a lifeless and rather sad flesh lollypop, the next moment she felt it twitch and begin to swell,
and in seconds she was moaning loudly as she adoringly tried to swallow his new-found erection.
          There was a brief moment of conflict as the red-head and black tressed women decided who got
the first shot at their newly-created plaything, but Snyder wasn't able to pay much attention to the
spirited exchange. His view was blocked so completely by the close-up view of the dark blonde crotch
demanding his oral attention that he never knew how it was resolved. Snyder had never performed oral
sex on a woman in his life, but it seemed that the cheerleader riding his face didn't mind.
          Suddenly, Snyder felt the most incredible sensation. It had been so long he almost didn't
recognize it. The red-head had won the debate and was slowly impaling her tight young muff with his
cock, the muscles lining her slick cleft grasping and squeezing him exquisitely. It seemed that she was
very well-primed, because after slithering up and down on him for just a moment, she gasped loudly
and began to keen out in orgasm. She bounced up and down faster, her cries becoming more intense as
she did.
          It seemed to set off a chair reaction. One second, the copper-haired cheerleader was vocally
rhapsodizing her climax, and then it seemed that Snyder was surrounded by cheerleaders crying out as
they came. It sounded something like an obscene women's glee club tuning up.
          The whole thing was simply too much for the bald little gnome of a man. With a mighty cry
(well muffled by the cunt of the girl on his face), the principal of Sunnydale High had the greatest
orgasm of his uneventful life. With a contraction that started somewhere near the soles of his feet, he
felt it rise up like some amazing wave until it peaked and he shot his seed up into the young woman
straddling his hips.
          Snyder felt like the King of the World.
          It wasn't for several more seconds that he realized that his worshipers seemed to be losing their
enthusiasm. Before they were all thrashing about in wild sexual abandon. Now they were rather
more... disinterested.
          Suddenly, the blonde on Snyder's face looked down at the bald head protruding from under her
thighs and cried out, "Eeeeeew! Eeew, ew, ew, ew!" and she began flapping her hands in a "quick-getit-
off-me" kind of motion. It seemed to prove the catalyst for the rest, and suddenly Snyder felt like he
was a sinking ocean liner and all of his female passengers were abandoning ship as fast as they could.
          Cries of "dirty old man" and "creepy little perv" were some of the mildest phrases thrown in his
direction as the women began gathering up their clothes as fast as they could. Snyder simply lay in the
middle of the floor, a blank look on his face.
          The gang of girls had just about finished dressing when a male voice came from the door of the
shop.
          "Ladies... are you missing something?"
          There, standing in the broken doorway was the stranger Faith had met in the park. Snyder's
jacket dangled from his finger.
          It seemed that during the confusion, he had quite casually strolled in and, without being noticed,
removed the garment from the mass of writhing bodies and kept it at enough distance to allow its spell
to dissipate. Now, a slight movement of air wafted through the door and carried the scent of the
fabulous jacket to them again.
          "How about if we give the man a nice rest... hmmm? Come along." To Snyder he nodded and
said, "Principal..."
          Most of the cheerleaders would have gladly followed the attractive man even if he hadn't been
carrying the coat. As it was, as he moved off down the street, they virtually stampeded over one
another trying to follow as fast as their shapely legs could carry them.
          Snyder lay there for a few more moments in a semi-stupor as the sound of footsteps receded
down the street. Then he slowly rose and began to reassemble his rather disastrous wardrobe.
          Finally managing to make himself look a little less like a wino at the end of a three-week
bender, he straightened his tie, squared his shoulders, and moved with what dignity he could muster
towards the door. He paused just before he stepped across the threshold, looked back at the place
where the amazing events of the last twenty minutes had transpired, and smugly said to the empty
room, "I was good."
          And then he too was gone.



