Chapter #4.): "Things're working out well."

Chapter #4 Beginning Author's Notes: This's going to get saner to some degree in odd ways.

Yeah, I know I'm basically a hypocrite who's bullying B and trying to make her my "bitch"; moving to pick fights against her, steal her friends and turn them against her, while playing mind-games with her... so of course I bedded her mom, as her mom's wife, in her own bed no less, and took the time while she was worn out from fighting all night, and I took the time to tresspass her privacy by reading her journal while snuggling with her mom in her own bed... intending to mess with B's head and arrange for me to sit on B all over again; in order to pick a fight with her. So I looked into Joyce's eyes, and saw that we were primarily bonded in lust for eachother all the while, with my wife laying on me, and we began to neck eachother in B's bed, naked at the time, and covered by the sheets only... all while I clearly heard B trying to insist on getting in. Well, I was going to make sure she waited outside for as long as I could, to put her in her place, and engineer another session of myself sitting on B and making her my personal bitch. Plus I explained to Joyce that now with her wife being essentially Mayor Wilkins' adopted stepdaughter, she's now Mayor Wilkins' stepdaughter-in-law... I'm essentially the "town princess", and out to enslave my wife's daughter and make the bitch my personal bitch by sitting on B as often as possible, so as to convey that I'm needed to protect against B if she goes bad- while pushing her to go bad all the while, and to really mind-screw her.

Well, Mayor Wilkins and Amy in the meantime and I got together and I managed to arrange for them to aid in my training, and I fully intended to enslave B and make her my bitch- so as to call her by that nickname as often as I could. Plus I was somehow now connected to B, which aided in my bullying of her as she no doubt was aware, due to the "slayer chat room" that'd developed with more than one of us running around, she was now aware that I was reading her private writings while she was kept outside, exhausted and sore from fighting, and knowing that if she acted up *once*, her ever-loving wicked stepmother is going to sit on her all over again, maybe on her face while reading her own journal for all I knew- I liked that idea for sure: sitting on B's face after wrestling with her in the backyard and reading her own diary as if it were my favorite novel in the meantime; making it sure to her the truth that she's her stepmother's bitch now and for the rest of her life; meanwhile, in a lot of ways, thanks to Mayor Wilkins basically having adopted me, I was now able to control the law enforcement; so B was now stuck as her stepmom's slave in the meantime. I knew I was basically bullying her, and that was fully intentional; to ensure that I was in charge of her... plus, by being sweet and kind to Joyce, I was now isolating her from her own mother as her mother's wife... and ensuring that I would be able to justify sitting on Buffy all over again. I know it is a worthless idea, but that's rationalization, not rational; yet having forced B to accept me as her mom's wife is oodles of fun, as is making her life a sort of living Hell by proving to her that she has no privacy at all- nor any right to own anything. But in fact she's meant to be *owned* by other women at their own discression... and I worked it out so that Joyce and I are lovingly devoted to eachother, and now united against B in the meantime.

I knew I was basically being a bitch to Buffy, but I also knew that I was going to make Buffy my bitch, my personal slave, in every single way imaginable; by manipulating her to get into fights with me so that I would come out the conquerering heroine and she'd be cast as the villainess who's said heroine's slave in the meantime. I knew I was screwing her over; but the intent was to make her accept me as her mom's wife and her owner all at the same time.

So I was going to take my time tresspassing in B's private domains along with my wife as her mom's wife and thus her new mom, while deliberately stressing B out completely and utterly- in order to rig the fight that'd result, so that B acts like a bitch to her friends, and that'd enable me to more completely isolate and enslave her all the while, plus it had been Joyce's idea to oblige B to kiss me goodnight while she went to go hunting and I locked her out of the house, and then went into B's bedroom with my wife in my arms, in a loving embrace all the while... to mess with B and ensure that she winds up more completely her stepmom's property all the while; and I pitched the idea to Joyce that Dawn should wind up the more trusted of our daughters- though I truly wanted to ensure that both I and Joyce got pregnant by eachother., if for no other reason than to more completely work over B in the meantime, treating her as her family's slave, and being charitable in isolating her by loving her friends and family, in order to isolate her in the meantime, to screw B over and ensure that she's my slave for life. Besides, wronging B is fun for me, and as I'm now head of her household; she's frankly screwed over big time.

Yet the slayer link we shared told me that she'd turned to Spike; which was fun for me: to screw her up every which way, and that she was now emotionally turning to Kennedy and Jessie for comfort; and that factored into my gameplan: to ruin B's morals big time. So I fully knew that by sitting on B I was picking fights against her and with her all the while; intending to isolate her all the while, and ensure that she is my slave... as well as the reality that I am now and for the rest of our lives, her mom's wife and her controller all the while; so we took our time, enjoying each our wife's body as our marriage was rooted in lust; while B was out tired and sore, and knowing that I would be well-rested and having had a sufficient amount to eat, in order to ensure that to protect my wife as her wife by sitting on B all over again; and to make certain that she and I keep on fighting so I am able to keep on reducing her all the while.

Things, overall, were playing into my hands, and I was pretty sure I could look forward to fighting a tired, sore, and exhausted bitch of my wife's daughter as her mom's wife, and then sitting on her face while reading her private, personal, writings; maybe I'd sell her writings to get royalties from her work, who knows? I mused as I laid under her mom, as her mom's wife, in her bed while she had to wait for me to decide to let her in the front door... I was rigging it so I could mess her up, isolate her from her friends emotionally, bully and manipulate her, and ensure that I wind up my stepdaughter's mistress and owner while being her mom's ever-loving wife. I simply had to rig the match as much as I could, to ensure that B's pissed off at me and I am able to sit on her, thus picking fight after fight against her in order to put her in her place; and that I was convinced would be as her stepmom's property.

"Yeah, as your wife's basically the town princess; you're essentially royalty by marriage, Joyce." I said, with a loving smile and plastered her lips with a kiss, hugging her in the meantime, in B's bed along with her mom; a naughtiness that somehow appealed to me, as it would be humiliating to B; and with her forced by Joyce to acknowledge me as Joyce's wife and her mistress/owner now; this was fun.

I also knowingly ommitted from B being able to access the detail that really the First was the being which's Mayor Wilkins' boss; and I meant to exploit this to ensure that B remains under my rear end as much as possible. I remembered with delight how I'd sat on B for a bumpy bus ride; in order to mess her up and ensure that I would wind up her owner, in charge of policing her in the meantime, while she's basically going to be my slave.

I also meant to screw B up in the head in every single way imaginable; and to ensure that she winds up a slave of other women in every single way imaginable; isolated from her friends by her attempts to resist being bullied by her stepmom in the meantime, put in danger while I enjoyed her mom as her other mom in her bed no less, and I planned to enslave her by stealing from her and getting copyright over her writings at that.

I was also thinking of a corination ceramony between myself and Joyce, with us both crowning eachother, as a romantic encounter.

I never really said I was a *good* individual, now did I?

End Chapter #4 Author's Notes: I was proud of making this a whole lot more psychological, as well as revealing how Faith is rigging the situation so she's going to be able to sit on B a whole lot more, as well as revealing that in this case, she fully plans on manipulating B into being her personal slave, as well as relishing the scandalous nature of her "marriage" to B's mom in the meantime, in addition to her familial power over her rival as now she's got near-infinite authority over her by having married her mom... in short, she's the classic rendition of the wicked, evil, stepmom.